Maybe a few miles down the road
We'll find something worth to know
A few stories to tell and things to show
But for now, we've got to go alone
The dust we gather along the way
Will be only ours to brush away
But when we're finally clean from the busy days
We'll find some time and things to say

Maybe down the street, under yellow lights
We'll meet and find an urge to fight
When the stars and our eyes are bright
We'll lose our minds and our sight
The hearts we **** up with stress
Will be washed by someone else's mess
By the common fear of death and success
We'll find some time and a place to rest