Tekstovi: New Trolls. Searching.

Traveling, wish I knew where I was going
every place now looks the same
nothing new seems to come my way.
All my life I've been searching for something (2),
but so far are lonely roads
and bad luck has been my friend.
I will go without a friend
I will grieve to need a hand
but I'm happy to be free and to be able to weep
and I'm happy to be me.
No one seems to need a friend
No one gives me a helping hand
but I'm happy to be free and to be able to weep
and I'm happy to be me.
I will go without a friend
I will grieve to need a hand
No one seems to need a friend
No one gives me a helping hand
but I'm happy to be free and to be able to weep
and I'm happy to be me.