07 апреля 2015

Make a living

I’m traveling from
The mountain top
The way back down
To town
I have a golden rock
In my hand
And I’m gonna make a living

My son is traveling from father’s house
To build a bridge to the city
The city is growing fast
There he’s gonna make a living

My grandson is traveling up and down
In the skyscraper
He says everything is zero and one
But will he make a living?