this never ending song is scratching scratching my brain like a vinyl in desire this never ending thought is coming and is gone it s traveling on a plane on my way and in a highway too as if i speak for you and i say that you did those things i did in the past it s true and in a hurry too in a truck i do keep your stuff in my pocket just like i did with the days we flew this never ending song is coming and is gone it s traveling on a plane on my way this never ending song is coming and is gone it s traveling on a plane on my way gone play on gone play on gone play on gone play on gone play on gone play on gone play on gone play on