My feet touch downIn a border townNo one knows me hereMy long distance fearsHave long dissapearedOnly a clear horizonBorn optimisticThe old familiar feelingLike a stone, overgrownI am, part of the worldFeel the sun, feel the rainI am, part of the worldAmerica a miracleThose roads saved my soulThey kept my mouth talkingThey kept my spiritWalkingNo one could stop this nowBorn optimisticThe old familiar feelingLike a stone, overgrownI am, part of the worldFeel the sun, feel the rainI am, part of the worldWhere will I goThe time that the lights lowI'll drift through the airBecome part of the horizonAnd stay part of the worldJust stay part of the worldJust stay part of the world
