Falling through some sunken land
Or soaring 'cross the sky
The highway lends a helping hand
To take us home, before we die

Yet then again, perhaps awoken

Walk away to private lands
Of uninspired shame
Our story never-ending
The villain still unnamed
The tall dark stranger waits for you
His face resides the charm
Forget about the oceans

Our dreamy march
The ebb and flow
The heat that makes the evening grow
We're left out in a silver blanket
Hanging up to dry

Yet, if we let our fortunes last
Tomorrow's joy may slay the past