Is this the sign? What we were waiting for.
A place beyond the bright blue skies,
The time told we said would be near.
Is this the place? The one where we say our goodbyes.
When everything becomes nothing,
Pretending that we had once tried.
Is this the new path? It stretches oh so far.
How do we see what is coming?
When we have been lost in the dark.
Is there a someone who's waiting?
For a person to give them the sign.
What is yours is always yours truly
But what is mine is yours and not mine.