the road is all twisted
and it changes things
to know that people are reading
people are seeing
what i’ve seen first hand
to think that one might
just reach out and touch
what was always so clear
but was always too much
what i’m feeling, i’m yearning
i’ve got such a rush
such a high i’m mistaking
for not knowing enough
to think all the things
we could change together
if only, if only
we were made for each other