Droga Tomka

[Verse 1]
Fifty years old, still fire in his eyes
A restless soul with a clenched-up fist
He used to build trade booths – light, form, and shade
But something broke in Poland – he chose another day

He shut the door and started to play
In an English basement, bass led the way
He turned his dreams into trembling sound
But the silence inside was never found

[Chorus]
Tomek, why do you keep on running?
With a black soul and a beard like a tree
To Alaska or to Los Angeles –
Will you ever find the real “me”?

Women like shadows – they pass, they fade
And you’re left alone, like notes that stayed
A preacher’s son asking, "What comes next, where’s grace?"
But love is a ghost you no longer chase

[Verse 2]
Black shirt, black thoughts that burn
Nerves like wires that twist and turn
He burns the bridges, doesn’t look back
Each glance behind brings tears he lacks

Packed again, a one-way flight
California skies, but he drowns in night
Wherever he goes, he’s been there before
But himself – he’s never found the core

[Chorus]
Tomek, why do you keep on fleeing?
Is Alaska your freedom, or just ice on your face?
Behind the sound that plays in your mind –
Isn’t it just your hidden ache?

[Bridge – whispered like a prayer]
“Father, not in heaven – you were right here…
Did you know God, or just wear the gear?”
He whispered in his studio, third coffee in
Bass like a cross, dragging him from within

[Final Chorus – slow, with silence between lines]
Tomek... maybe this time you’ll find your place
Maybe LA is more than smoke and haze
And in the silence left after she’s gone
Something deeper than rhyme may carry on