Just going along this road,
Keeping my distance
Minding my own business
And going places where no one followed,
Why out of the blue you jumped right in front of me?
Was I invisible?
Were there suddenly a long line of followers?
Do you see anyone bring confetti?
No, I will not join this parade, this motorcade.
I will not be known as the one who stayed.
I will be the party popper, the kill joy.
Not too enthusiastic to be in this procession,
And on my part, there will be no hesitation.