On the night air rises The songs of our youth Taking your hand We take off down the road Thinking maybe tonight We will find some magic And we can be that young again Our voices rising up Over those old songs Made new in the night Not a word was exchanged Between us but we knew Everything would be alright With these four wheels under us When the sun peeks through Trees flying past the windows Like waking dreamers We hold on tighter Trying to avoid the day Moving inevitably onwards Towards the dreams end With a kiss and a laugh Pretending it’s alright Knowing it’s not as you pause On your porch with one last glance Before the screen door slams Making the waking complete As we head in different directions
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