Now I have passing nights
Eternal days of travel, I am.
Some in train, others, I don't know.
I keep looking for what I can't find.

From the City to Berkeley,
from San Jose to San Rafael.
Already in so many trains,
already in so many ways.

Is nowhere to be found
when you're waiting.
So close, yet so remote, that
it can be felt in your sidewalk.

Today I took the ferry.
And I couldn't see
thick fog and cold.
My lights were off.

Couldn't help to gazed
moreover a drink I wanted,
I couldn't bear it, if I wanted
Couldn't help to gazed.

Arriving finally.
unloading everything,
my will, my strength,
and my bufon's luggage.

Can see the silhouette
at the end of the street,
laughing as approaches
near evermore to me.