I sit in a Starbucks in Phuket, mobile network is faster than at home. Maybe this holiday brings me closer to other cultures. I sit in a Starbucks in Phuket. The longing carries me far into the distance. At the destination, the next journey is always already on the way. Where we were the first yesterday, I see today. The longing carries me far into the distance. And I feel like at home, just at home. I want to go, far away. Because I feel like at home, just at home. I want to go. Where did we land? I sit in a Starbucks in Phuket. Served by a waitress from Mainz. Maybe this is the modern style, how to reach for the stars. I sit in a Starbucks in Phuket. I find no rest, no peace. The new country is old the next day. And I'm looking for the next white spot, undiscovered on the map. I find no rest and no peace. And I feel like at home, just at home. I want to go, far away. Because I feel like at home, just at home. I want to go. Because I run away from myself and think, if I'm faster than thoughts, then I leave my mistakes behind me. But even with the ability to fly, I stay trapped. Like this feather in a empty battery. I go into the abyss with my little to be alone. But then my little was too much for me. I'm on a ferry to paradise with a medium-weight ego-allergy. And I feel like at home, just at home. I want to go, far away. Because I feel like at home, just at home. I want to go. Because I feel like at home, just at home. I want to go. Where did we end up?