Driving far away from the glow of the city
You begin to confess inspirations for a better you
They’ll flow with the wind and our secret smiles will melt into the night
We’ll talk in our favorite chords
Each one sounding rich and precisely striking where our hearts lie
Our voices begin to weaken on the topic of love
Though there is no defeat
There is that fear that only arrives every full moon
But with our composition of confidence and hopelessness
Together we make a masterpiece for runaways and vagabonds