Again on a road to nowhere Spinning in circles So many circles never‐ending It’s just another shot at Catching the starlight Catching the colors in the heart It is some kind of monomania No matter how far I go I keep running into myself Every day a solemn prayer Spoken to the god of light To make me on my lonely quest divine I’m the world in which I walk I am the compass to my own Paraiso Weight of mountains on my back But nothing stops me, an impulse to rely on The wind is old, so is my heart So young the dreams that stir my faint bravado Somewhere sometime, someplace else A distant promise lights my lost Paraiso Will I find my peace of mind Will I ever learn to grow Will I ever learn to let it go Underneath the Southern Cross Searching for the gilded one Buried in the cradle of my heart I’m the world in which I walk I am the compass to my own Paraiso Weight of mountains on my back But nothing stops me, an impulse to rely on The wind is old, so is my heart So young the dreams that stir my faint bravado Somewhere, sometime, someplace else A distant promise lights my lost Paraiso Under a sky of rust I stand alone I’m still counting all hope Don’t let this lucid dream end here Like an object in the rear‐view mirror Always closer than it appears This chimera keeps me going Just like a painting in my head Too good to be true Too complete to endure and last No, no, I’ve been here before And I’ve never reached it Cause it’s somewhere that I cannot go