Interpret:

Angelo Kelly

Album:

Lost sons - stracené syny

recall as a kid I'd be out playing ball
And would spend the whole day outside
Didn't need much to have a good time
Just a little, imagination, out there
Lived in a boat I lived in a camper
Grew up in many different countries
A gypsy life far away from the system
My father chose the harder road, out there
Out there, yeah


Life's an endless search for the truth
But as long as we're looking we'll be doing fine
One can tell the tree by it's fruit
And even if it goes sour there's a next season coming


Today I'm a man with a family of my own
And there are many choices to be taken
Sure I'll fall but I'll stand right back up
And keep on searching for the truthfull way, is out there
It's out there, yeah


Life's an endless search for the truth
But as long as we're looking we'll be doing fine
One can tell the tree by it's fruit
And even if it goes sour there's a next season coming


If we have come this far we'll make it
If we have come this far you'll see
If we have come this far we'll make it
Make it eventually
If we have come this far we'll make it
If we have come this far you'll see
If we have come this far, if we have come this far
We'll make it


Life's an endless search for the truth
But as long as we're looking we'll be doing fine
One can tell the tree by it's fruit
And even if it goes sour there's a next season coming


Life's an endless search for the truth
But as long as we're looking we'll be doing fine
One can tell the tree by it's fruit
And even if it goes sour there's a next season coming


It's out there