Movin' on

5 o'clock in the morning...
It's damn cold outside.
Waiting for a cab with maybe nice muslim driver. Maybe, or not.
Sleepy, didn't turned any lights on... Just coffee and cigarette...
Thoughts about life, universe, and everything else... They say, the
answer is here - 42... But could you rephrase the question?
The cab is here. Going downstairs, freezing, moving in slow motion...
The jet, or a chopper? Ah, don't give a damn, the way back is today-o...
So, where did we stop? Or did we started? Hell, yeah, we started.
Where do you want to go today?