Lyrics
Stuck to the rubber a pink sticky star
I've seen the world from the bottom of a car
No visa required no lines at the gate
Just clinging to leather accepting my fate
From London asphalt to Parisian rain
A silent passenger on a high-speed train
Questão de níveis eu vejo o chão
Sou o passageiro sem direção
Cruzei o oceano num tênis vulgar
Um mapa de chiclete querendo voar
Sem passaporte sem identidade
Grudado na sola de uma nova cidade
I've tasted the dust of a thousand boulevards
Hidden from heaven dealt with the cards
I saw the Colosseum from a weathered heel
Neon in Seoul glowing surreal
The journey is long and the rubber is worn
Between every city I never was sworn
Then came Japan in the rising sun
And suddenly my roaming was done
At the edge of the Genkan a wooden frontier
The shoes stayed outside and so did my gear
Proibido entrar o tapete é sagrado
O chiclete do mundo ficou lá fora parado
Questão de níveis eu fico no umbral
Um ponto rosado no rastro final