Written by Guus Albracht and Ileane Albracht-Zielman
I’m heading north, man
I’m doing fine
Been on this road since
I tossed ‘em a dime
In the fountain of life
I’m allergic to losing
I’m insured like hell
I keep looking for mirrors
reflecting my flair
But the longer I stare
It’s just an empty shell
The days I’ve roamed, I’ve grown in gloating pride
The days of floating hope inside
I found my treasure
With open eyes in the dark
I buried it close by
Alongside my heart
But in full light, I see
The devil’s graveyard
The days I’ve roamed, I’ve grown in gloating pride
The days of floating hope are left behind
The days I’ve roamed, I’ve grown in gloating pride
The days of floating hope are left behind
Today I decide, to drop this dime
I’ll try to fight this life’s lie
To find one of a kind
So I’ll make up my mind