I've got a million to choose from

A million ways things could be

In dull moments I feel like

There's a million options I see

The trouble is choosing one

The trouble is doing one

A slave in the fields one night

He's running along

Gets far enough to be a free man

And he's feeling so strong

That's how actions should be

Freeing

Step after step is our only choice in a walk

When we run at the mouth we jump back and forth

There's only one place I'm going

There's only one destiny

And if my mind tells me otherwise

Then it's a poor guide for me

All of the energy in life

Is nothing more than a spark in a fire

The whole course of time is the blink of an eye

Rain in the slums

Ah Yom

Into the cards

Ahm Yum

Rain in the slums

Ah Yom

Into another world

Ahm Yum