Theme: Chasing The Sun
That city was nothing but grey. They say we’re running away from reality.
“Your problems will follow you.”
I never knew there could be so many miles of nothing.
You’re dreaming - staring out the window, a book forgotten in your hand. I know that look, that miniscule twitch of hope.
The music fades and I flip the tape. It’s your job, but you don’t notice the silence. This wasteland only requires one hand on the wheel; the other finds your knee.
“It’s wrong.”
Horizons stretch onward, futuristic and neverending, past faded in the rearview mirror.
We’re chasing the sun.
“Your problems will follow you.”
I never knew there could be so many miles of nothing.
You’re dreaming - staring out the window, a book forgotten in your hand. I know that look, that miniscule twitch of hope.
The music fades and I flip the tape. It’s your job, but you don’t notice the silence. This wasteland only requires one hand on the wheel; the other finds your knee.
“It’s wrong.”
Horizons stretch onward, futuristic and neverending, past faded in the rearview mirror.
We’re chasing the sun.