The Distant Call Songtext
von Poverty’s No Crime

I have seen a thousand dreams
Believe me they were real
I have touched the skys in foreign lands
It seemed as if they were friends of mine
Do they belong to me?

I made my days with hands embraced
While shadows cover the way I go
To get the choice to choose my place
Reminds me of what my father said:
"You don′t belong to me"
Do I belong somewhere at all?


How many roads how many dreams
Led into the night?
It's getting so hard to find!
End of a mile - the start of a new
No one is immune
To the longing for other lands
It′s an odyssey it's my own desire
Do I have roots to return to?

Certain skys and secret ways
All the things we don't understand
We waste our lives and sell our dreams
But were we do belong I don′t know
Do they belong to me?

How many roads how many dreams
Led into the night?
It′s getting so hard to find!
End of a mile - the start of a new
No one is immune
To the longing for other lands
It's an odyssey it′s my own desire
Tell me where I do belong ...

How many roads how many dreams
Discover the truth and bury the lies
It's not the same to be where your roots are
Or just anywhere