Testo April

A man driving alone, along the highway
A kid throwing a stone but in a nice way
An other situation that he finally faces
He smiles and goes away, slower than April

A man driving alone, along the highway
He's got troubles and worries, but in a nice way
That situation when the minutes are age He cannot get it away of his body

He turns on the radio,
Barely listening to the song
He lights up a cigarette, left arm out in the air

I'll get away with that, slower than April I'll give away with that, slower than April
I'll get away with that, slower than April I'll give away with that, slower than April