Оригинален текст
This life it feels like a bus stop
People just coming and go as they please
Some days you'll get lucky and find a new friend
Some days you meet only disease
This life it feels like a novel
That look only 3 days to write
And I could waste all my time writing down rhymes
That will never end up sounding right
But that's real
This life
And I feel
I'm doing alright
This coast is covered in wonders
Curled up in a blanket of fog
Poets and dreamers they made their way here
Only to find that they were still lost
This town has turned in to a graveyard
Where my childhood has been laid to rest
Like the birds in trees I grew up underneath
Some hopes soared some fell from the nest