The Moral of the story It is a rain and the roads are wet How long the path, how long the wait Kilometers passing, thinking of her What a night, what a silence, if she knew That I'm running, thinking of her The lights of the cars that are passing The noise of the trucks accelerating There are people on the street and it's raining The people on the road are already sleeping And I'm running, thinking of her I'm still on the road looking for you At the end of the road I have you At the end of the road I will find you The bars at this time are closing Hotels waiting for me A train crosses my glass, it's long and slow Thoughts eat my head Thinking of her, thinking of her Thinking and imagining, my doubt increases I leave a curve without realizing The needle marks 140 I'm still on the road looking for you At the end of the road I will find you It's raining and the roads are wet And I'm feeling thirsty Thinking of her Lost between doubt and fog I'm running out of gas It's raining and the roads are wet And I'm feeling thirsty It's raining and the roads are wet I don't know if she is with another, if I knew It's raining and the roads are wet It's raining and the roads are wet