In one's own thought
In one's own thought
Places sought
Lessons taught

Craving munchies on a night out
Leaving papers one's once bought

No one has ever told
A story about one's bout
Chasing clouds, as high as numbers can count
Nonetheless, it is not without one's clout
Accounted for one last fight

And one last fight, is wanted
One last flight, is hoped for
One last this one last that

It never happened
It never came
Such said true nuance aint attainable
And we seek the memory which we never had