thirty story hotel overlooking the sea
friends on either arm supporting me
it´s hard to walk now
but i will go down somehow
i´m going down the old road
i´m going down the old road

children kick a soccer ball around in the street
kalpadruma trees are melting in the heat
it´s hard to walk here
where the waves shine so clear
i´m going down the old road
i´m going down down the old road

above the swollen ocean the burning yellow sun
hits the hotel´s mylar windoows catching every one
it´s hard to say why
i should come here to die.
i´m going down the old road.
i´m going down the old road