Past midnight
Cruising the backroads
In yer monte carlo
A cigarette on my lips
A tear on my cheek
There comes a fog
Then a rain
Is it true
That I can only see the shadow of you?
Cherry blossom under the
Street light
The lilacs are not ready to bloom
It is all so beautiful
And it is all gone too soon
I still dream of you
And when I awake
It still feels as though
You'll be lying
Right next to me
But the harsh reality
sets in.
So I brace myself
for the monotony
of another day
of my true love
being very far away