I don't know where I'm going to
I don't know if it's good
I don't know what I need to do
I don't know if I should

To carry on this way
When I know it isn't the way back home
To caring continue in this day
So I'm writing this song
To you...
 
I don't know what love it is
I don't know what is pain
I don't know if that's a good kiss
I don't know if to try again

To caring in this way...

I don't know if I get lost
I don't know if I found
I don't know if how much it costs
Bet I hear that sound

To caring in this way...

I don't know if I got an answer
I don't know if I will
All I know, dear Sir
All of that real  

To caring in this way...

נסיעות בגשם תמיד גורמות לי לחשוב - מה זה בעצם החזרה הביתה
הזאת? הקשר לבינין? לאנשים? לאיזור? אולי רק להרגשה שלשם אני
שייכת, שם זה הבית.