In a big city far away, I can build fairies and dragons in the sand.

In the big city I paint with neon colors that shine with the light of a thousand angels.

In the big city I find a different person around every corner, and a different life around each seaside bend.

But when it all goes quiet, when it’s just me and a jeep and the land.
When I don’t have fairies or dragons or dreams that distract me, I’m left with an empty road that leads nowhere.
I always end up back on this road to nowhere
because nowhere leads me straight back to you.