In the road of nowhere,
i saw a swaying tree...

As the doors slams shut
i get left in darkness...

Air makes people cold
it creates the flowing breeze...

Yellow is the colour of the sun,
When it is out you can have lots of fun...

As the sun goes down
it is the end of the day...

Fans scream and cheer for their teams,
On the ball the player is and then... a fan seems...

The time whizzes by
when you are playing outside...

The fans in the stadium scream
cheering for their team...

If you do not now what to do
and you are very bored...

The wind is swaying fast
the trees are rustling...

Trains to fill even when i'm ill
Own the land and cover up the sand...