I’d travelled a long way
Searched for myself
Losted in the past
Drowned in the flood of faceless people
Hours and hours again on the road
Raining, shining, snowing, drizzling
When I get there, I was in that place
That I didn’t know but that I loved
Rautavaara. Here and now
Eleven new moods
Eleven ways to see the world a new
From eye to eye
