What's in Store

I twisted the Mrs arm and dove in to the night

We chose but the darkest trail a runway to take flight

It seemed like we’d walked for miles then appeared that door

We slowly turned the handle and pushed just a little more

What’s in store

What’s in store

What’s in store

What’s in store

Separate all you’ve earned and what you have learned

Place them in a fiery flame and watch them burn

I hope you would’ve known it’s alright to leave them forlorn

But now there’s nothing else we will find we’re blinder than before

What’s in store

What’s in store

What’s in store

What’s in store