His wishing he could go back to the days where he didn't feel dead.
To the age of 21 when things were fine and he still felt alive.
Everyone's telling him, there's nothing wrong, that it's all in his head.
But they don't know the struggles and fights he had faced to survive.

His had enough, his all burnt to cinders on the ground.
Feeling, about as void as the space between sky and land.
"Last call for passengers at gate 9" the intercom sounds.
And just like that he's gone, with a one way ticket in hand.

In another country wind buffers the carriages of a train.
She's staring out at the quickly passing lakes and trees.
Quietly admiring the scenery, lush and dripping with rain.
And enjoying the silent moments and little things like these.

Lost in thought to the steady rhythm of the carriages flight
Slowly at first, she discards her empty list of reasons to stay.
And suddenly she's floating, dancing under the starry night
Her eyes soften and she smiles as the train takes her away.

Now they're both just nameless strangers, wandering souls.
Building new bridges to set them alight and watch them collapse
Walking from town to town, picking up pieces to make them whole.
They're just traveling far and wide seeking The Great Perhaps.