The night is icky cold and skies are black
With hopeless matters filling up my skull.
The thoughts are mine alone. I can’t turn back.
The ride is fast and slow and wild and dull.

My heart stops beating by the thought of you.
I miss the way you made me feel so numb.
Alive, for sure, as well as slightly blue
But well and wild and free and young and dumb.

Yet, no more than a call away from me
I still want you to stay right where you should.
Without you, I can fly, can swim a sea.
I probably won’t, but I surely could.

So then I see a sudden ray of light.
And now I know that all will be alright.