(no subject)
"Just outside of Baltimore
North on 95
Headed for New England
Trying not to close my eyes.
Well, I could pull right over
And give myself a rest
But sleep's just one more stranger
That I've added to my list.
It's too early in the morning
And too late in my life
To write a different story
To hope for different lines.
And I guess it's finally hit me
What forever really means
That no amount of dreaming
Is going to bring you back to me.
And it is the end of wishful thinking."
North on 95
Headed for New England
Trying not to close my eyes.
Well, I could pull right over
And give myself a rest
But sleep's just one more stranger
That I've added to my list.
It's too early in the morning
And too late in my life
To write a different story
To hope for different lines.
And I guess it's finally hit me
What forever really means
That no amount of dreaming
Is going to bring you back to me.
And it is the end of wishful thinking."