Clouds shaded pink
As the dawning eye of the sun
Glares at them not ready
To fully light the world
With his own half shut eyes
He checks his bags one last time
All the necessities
Clothes snacks and Sartre
Traveling companions on the journey
Clouds shaded pink
As the dawning eye of the sun
Glares at them not ready
To fully light the world
With his own half shut eyes
He checks his bags one last time
All the necessities
Clothes snacks and Sartre
Traveling companions on the journey
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