Hello,
what do you know,
about me and the other worlds that I often go.

Hello,
what do you know,
when you see me go from the crowds to lonely roads?

Hello,
where do you go,
from the glare of the eyes and the shocks of the million blows.

Hello,
what do you care,
when the world falls around you like shreds of dreams torn.

Hello,
what do you feel,
when the devil in you sings the glory song?

Hello,
where do you go,
from the songs and merry, and all;
for here are the happy faces you were looking for,
for here is the life that you lived all along.