I've stopped believing the grown-ups
Or at least believing they exist
When I quit Crystal Ball
I don't care about a magazine's words anymore
A real artist, they say, doesn't get sad, no
I've quit certain kinds of rum, they didn't
Make me feel good the days after shows
And I've shut projects down
Stopped having unprotected sex
Hi, see you, how's it going?
And how come I never quit you?
But your roads lead to me
And my roads lead to you
Today I stopped wondering about it
I've stopped hanging out in certain dance halls
If I can't fall asleep I blame the heat
And I often look up, try not to fall
I'm on the ground and laugh
What's already on the ground can't fall anymore
Where will you go? And where will I?
Hi, see you, how's it going?
And how come I never quit you?
But your roads lead to me
And my roads lead to you
Today I stopped wondering about it
I've stopped fighting and going against certain monsters
Inside a 3D cinema with more than a thousand seats
And I've stopped wanting women, money, glory and fame
Because craving things eventually pushes them away
Hi, see you, how's it going?
And how come I never quit you?
But your roads lead to me
And my roads lead to you
Today I stopped wondering about it