Her Voice

Going back to the place

Where your mother gave you birth

The sun colours your face

While you drive straight

The wind blows and carries

A familiar sound

That you’ve heard before

Maybe it’s her voice

And you wish she was there by your side

Looking through the window with that smile

Laughing at the past, asking you

‘Why is the sun shining so bright so far?’

Roll up the window

’Cause you’re feeling kind of cold

Turn on the radio

And there’s no sound

Just a solid noise

In this lonely place

On this lonely road

Driving with her ghost

And you wish she was there by your side

Looking through the window with that smile

Laughing at the past, asking you

‘Why is the sun shining so bright so far?’