作词 : Marco Rinke
 作曲 : Marco Rinke
The bus to nowhere keeps on rollin'
Desperation is growin' on this never ending road
A dream lingers in your head
"You ain't alone", is what they said
Nowadays you're feeling old

You're holdin' on to a game without a prize
Always searching for the feeling you can't describe

On your own in the prison of your past
You try to forget but the fear keeps comin' back
Love is a never-ending game
Get rid of all your shame
Alone and discouraged with the rain

You're holdin' on to a game without a prize
Always searching for the feeling you can't describe