The day has gone
I stay alone
Go to my garage
Fly into rage
Soon all will be far
All sorrows and troubles
I will drive with proud
On a flying road
Forests, buildings, towns
Fly be hind me
I step on the gas
Sky strikes in me
Speed's so high
I almost fly
I'm driving with the proud
On a flying road
My mood is improving
The weather is fine
But who's rushing
Along to wards me?
He is like me
On can't turn
I increase speed
I'm flying with proud
On a flying road