Sunset leans into night,
signing it's name in blackness;
nothing prepared me
for the lack of moon and stars,
when hope held up each hour
waiting for a sense of you
My eyes close in a dream of us
long ago
It was real, and the ache
came back to me just now -
how could I have been so wrong?
I can't wait for the sunrise
to take you away again,
for the burning in my eyes
keeps me from seeing the road
I am traveling on now, tonight
It was real, and the ache
came back to me just now -
how could I have been so wrong?
I can't wait for the sunrise
to take you away again,
for the burning in my eyes
keeps me from seeing the road
I am traveling on now, tonight
