This never ending song is scratching scratching my brain like a vinyl in desire this never ending thought is coming and is gone its traveling on a plane on my way And in a highway too as if I speak for you and I say that you did those things I did in the past its true in a truck I do keep your stuff in my pocket just like I did with the days we flew This never ending song is coming and is gone its traveling on a plane on my way This never ending song is coming and is gone its traveling on a plane on my way Gone play on Gone play on Gone play on Gone play on Gone play on Gone play on Gone play on Gone play on