Losing Touching Searching

There's no sign;
there's no chance we'll get there on time.
We couldn't find the place that night.
We were lost and stuck together.
We were lost with ourselves, and we were lost with each other. Where's this place we need to be? Where's this place we need see?
There's no sign;
there's no chance we'll get there on time.
If we could have found another place, to see ourselves and crack the code we could have made it then you know, but there's no signs on that road.
Caught in this place we know, with no signs of letting go, you're heart is just another road, another place that I can't go, so we sit and contemplate, the world's become a big mistake, and here we are in the middle, trying to work out this riddle.