It’s a long story, probably less
tragic than you think. When
did you fall behind everyone else
in their quest for living? You
could never have it that easy.
It’s not forgiving you’re forgetting, it’s
the remembering you’re trying
to lose. So choose, you’re old
enough, and they were old enough
then when they hurt you, they
knew what they were doing.
Hold your head in your hands with
no shoulder to lean on. But still,
there is hope—your sorrow is 
heard in your unanswered cries.
Driving empty roads in the dead
of the night, you saw the world in the 
stars, and I saw the world in your eyes.
The mountains and the skies, 
and the sun your eyes,
the highways are endless,
and my endless sighs, 
all the light in your eyes,
you are hope.