Red, Sweet

In the middle of empty streets
Lonely winds inhabit abandoned cars
They turn on the lights to outshine the stars
And loud music to outcry the voices of their own.
In the middle of empty streets it is no matter where to [screaming starts] go
Maybe I should just stay right here?
Unveil my own wind, ascend, and strive to become a gale, or
Calm down, get warm, and remain serene, 
Nurturing my inner breeze.
Who have I been? Who’ll I become?
Tomorrow is at a distant date
And yesterday has been dead for too long.
So care for nothing, but today
So enjoy the walk and don’t mind the road.
My thoughts have outgrown the cosmos
Ripping apart what left of that brain
Choosing among of all the trues and falses.
I’m a wind, but I can’t seem to catch my breath
While recognizing every probability
And making only right decisions.
Do yesterdays and tomorrows weight more than little fractions of freedom?
For we are free in the moment called "now".
May I see you happy? May I see your smile?
Yes, we are free in the moment called "now".
It’s nice to know you’re happy. It’s nice to see your smile.
Let loose and just let it go… Man,
That’s so much easier said than done.
But I’ll try, I’ll try to do my best, man, I’ll try to understand
The notion of “here and now”.
That I can be a simple wind that shines lights at will and sings its own songs, 
‘Cause yesterdays and tomorrows don’t have weight, unlike those fractions of freedom.
Tomorrow is at a distant date
And yesterday has been dead for too long.
So care for nothing, but today
So enjoy the walk and don’t mind the road.