Flying Dutchman

Roaming the streets of Kathmandu
Looking for meaning, looking for life
They say that I’m lost, I guess it’s true
Wasted dreaming of a better ride
Rosy forecasts, nothing lasts
A golden future has come to pass
Like a Flying Dutchman
Against the stream and through the mill
I fight and I struggle
But in the end it’s all downhill
A Flying Dutchman
Against the stream and thorugh the mill
What am I fighting for?
When in the end it’s all downhill
Trophies torn to shreds but I don’t see
My glory’s gone, I can’t accept
I try to resist but I’m too weak
Time has come, I’m out of my depth