Trains of cars
With the same destination
Traffic lights forming
Layered constellations
Sweet orange wine
Pooled in the parking lot
Chivalry alive
Despite proof it's not
I still look for the good
A glimmer of hope, a light in the woods
If I don't then whats left?
If I don't then whats next?
If I can't get out of my head
Will life lose all of the flavor it had
Always holding out for something more
And that always scared me to the core
Keep thinking I will tie the score
A special kind of internal war
Painted stars
Across blank canvases
Red for mars
Pages in an atlas
Sweet memories
Buried near the surface
If I could only reach
Maybe i could find the purpose
I still look for the good
A glimmer of hope
A light in the woods
If I don't then whats left?
If I don't then whats next?
If I can't get out of my head
Will life lose all of the flavor it had
Always holding out for something more
And that always scared me to the core
Keep thinking I will tie the score
A special kind of internal war
