Romania

Decades pass.

Time feels so slow.

Nothing changes.

Nowhere to go.

Looking back at the scenery.

Just a ghost in the machinery.(

Chorus)Leaving

Romania.

No transition.

Leaving Romania

.No position

.(Verse 2)

The same old faces year by year.

Prices up, the future's unclear.

Pack the bags, no use to stay.

Time to go and walk away.