Small poem of Old friend

Esta canción se ha ganado el derecho a existir.

how could you know?
how could I have let you know
when there was all but nothing in me

yes I blew it all away
into public air
it was right in front og me
it was almost there
how could they know?
I can understand how little
they could understand of what went...

down and down and down it goes
when stepping off the open road