Travel Musings

The road to your heart
Is empty and full of shortcuts
Winding bends carved
In valleys and up in mountains tops
There are cracks in the sky
About to swallow me up
I hope you don't mind
If I take a little longer

Waving in vain for a ride
It's difficult to find someone here
As day goes by, the mist blurs my eyes
But something tells me not to fear
The road to my heart
Is a mystery to be solved
Looks just like mars
Out of season

There are cracks in the sky
About to swallow me up
I hope you don't mind
If I take a little longer
Waving in vain for a ride
It's difficult to find someone here
As day goes by, the mist blurs my eyes
But something tells me not to fear