This is a postcard from a tv-host; his first trip to the countryside.
And he discovers some new sides to himself...
Lyrics
Strange were the songs and strange were the sounds, indeed.
Caught in the distant, in houses and nature for real
and the fame, did him no good
Back home it´s traffic & busses, people and greed
All in the eye, love, you never feel
and the pain, keeps you alive...
