I left my home
And the northern winter cold
I followed the path
To the big city stockholm
I tried to find a way
To get by 'til i grow old
I hope i'll get back home
When i've found what i came here for
I've met a lot of friends
That i speak gladly about
But then there's other fools
That i really do not like
I've even met a few
That tries to hurt me or more
But they're not keeping me
From to find what i came here for
I didn't know
I was not told
Well is this some kind of joke
That i won't find anything at all
