The Spirit of My Past Time

I've made my bags and now I hit the highway
And you gave me back the passport of my life
And I left you just right there among all the things that they tell
When they make you mislead a moment with the eternity

I'm just turnin' on the engine of my memory car
And I'm bound to get drifted to the desert of what I left behind
Well, that childish fantasy has left the place to melancholy
Looking back to the whirling smoke of our hilarity

I keep on playing cards with the spirit of all my past time
But he keeps on using his tricks, that's something I know
Well, he puts his money down,
gets me a drink and says "don't wonder how"
Here's to my troubles while I'm waiting to win
and I'm losing again

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I gotta shake off this hard weight of my solitude
And this desert sand that I live in because of you
Oh yeah
Well, I never walked alone
on the quicksand of my soul
But I feel I'm getting lost in the flood
of my shattering world

I keep on playing cards with the spirit
of all my past time
But he keeps on using his tricks,
that's something I know
Yeah
Well, he puts his money down
and I keep on facing up my troubles around
Still hoping to win the game while he bluffs
He bluffs with me
Well it's better to pass the hand and
Start to count on the things that rest
I'm gonna get those bags off my back that are so heavy to me