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