Her Voice

Going back to the place Where your mother gave you birth The sun colours your face While you drive straight The wind blows and carries A familiar sound That you’ve heard before Maybe it’s her voice And you wish she was there by your side Looking through the window with that smile Laughing at the past, asking you ‘Why is the sun shining so bright so far?’ Roll up the window ’Cause you’re feeling kind of cold Turn on the radio And there’s no sound Just a solid noise In this lonely place On this lonely road Driving with her ghost And you wish she was there by your side Looking through the window with that smile Laughing at the past, asking you ‘Why is the sun shining so bright so far?’