Letra de The Goal
I can't leave my house Or answer the phone I'm going down again But I'm not aloneSettling at last Accounts of the soul This for the trash That paid in fullAs for the fall, it began long ago Can't stop the rain Can't stop the snowI sit in my chair I look at the street The neighbour returns My smile of defeatI move with the leaves I shine with the chrome I'm almost alive I'm almost at homeNo one to follow And nothing to teach Except that the goal Falls short of the reach