Jennifer Rostock U.S.
Mach Dich aus dem Staub

What use is it to me to be at the ready
If I don’t even know where the finish is?
What’s the point of staying in the right lane
If the long-distance sprint isn’t a game?
How am I supposed to take these hurdles
In these much-too-large shoes?
Why do I feel smaller than my reflection?
And what can you do about it?

What can you do about it?
When the way you’re going is just a circle
What can you do about it?
When even the bush you beat around isn’t a secret anymore

If you’re standing in your own way and clashing with yourself
Then make a run for it! Make a run for it!
If everything’s at stake and it’s all tangled up
Then make a run for it! Make a run for it!
The fuse has moved and you know the bomb’s ticking
Make a run for it! Make a run for it!
Overseen the doubts, it seems desperate and tricky
Make a run for it! Make a run from whatever’s choking you!

You’re on the floor because gravity has more strength
Than he who turns the mill
And just like every kid, you ask yourself
Where’s the wind when it’s not blowing?
You don’t plow with ponies and you know that, too
So why aren’t you letting them rest?
Why do you think the hours count against you?
And what can you do about it?

What can you do about it?
When you’re already too tired to sleep
What can you do about it?
When your home is no longer your port

If you’re standing in your own way and clashing with yourself …