The wind in her hair reflects the sunset I see.
You make it seem like it was yesterday.
But we've come a long way out of the rain.
Can't seem to figure out what happens after this.
Why can't I?
Why must you say I made a mess of things?
I won't believe it.
Tonight feels right like I'm dancing on air.
I'll make it right, I'll make it right.
Pull over to the station and fill up on fuel.
But will I do?
Sometimes I drive or ride with my eyes closed tight because if the skyline looks this way then I don't want to sleep tonight.
Never giving up, always seeking light, we must always try, try with all our might.
Eyes closed tight because if the skyline looks this way then I don't want to sleep tonight.
