The nights are sleepless
If I would stay awake
You would call me on the cordless one

If hanging up meant
Hearing you breath raspily
You can bet that I am not in love

I cannot wait
To walk under the moon
The roads are empty
I am unchained
I miss the people lost, no more
To the twists and turns
Some are stuck in the
Middle of the crisis in Sandwich town
Cars are too afraid
To prowl the streets
Too bad I am stuck
On the highway
With my suitcase in my hand
Jumping off the side of the night
Tossing and turning in my sleep
No more a typhoon
I sell myself to the stars
For a night of isolation
A day of stares

She was a beautiful girl
With britches on her knee
And stitches that cut face deep
When we turned highways
We found our reflection
Of true visage in the car mirrors
And death in the rear view
Life flashed in front our eyes
Clothes didn't matter
Verbatim, I could recite her favourite poem
That was true beauty
The ephemeral nature of memories
And people too
Memories are all that live