So much for that after school
special ending
I was hoping was coming.
I was praying was coming.
Where a frozen heart’s thawed
by some simple befriending.
By people believing.
By guitars a strumming…
there it goes
up in smoke,
there it goes
down in flames,
there it goes
At a fork in the road
there are two that are standing.
One that is a knife.
One that is a spoon.
Did we come full circle?
Are we back at the beginning?
These are those same hills.
That is the same moon.
ch
(Ohhh baby hold on tight
we’re going for a ride
and we’ll probably have to drive
right through the night….)
Listen out for the lovers
who are laughing like children.
Look for the listeners.
Leave them a whisper.
Some, you must to run from.
Some, you’ll have to go with them.
You might have to step
into the fire.
ch