There was a game we used to play, We would hit the town on Friday night And stay in bed until Sunday. We used to be so free, We were living for the love we had and Living not for reality
It was just my imagination......
The towering bridge has passed, ten more junctions to go, I think. this journey ain't winding, we reached there didn't we? taking a ride with you, listening to the songs you played, i'm a happy passenger.
the first street lamp lights up, what's on your mind? "it's a cheerful voice, that singer's married." taking a ride with you, listening to the songs you played, i'm not an unhappy passenger.
the clouds are pale, the blue skies remain grey, i'll be home soon. i'm your first passenger for this journey, it's not that i'm unhappy. yes i'm going home i must hurry home, where your life goes on. so i'm going home, going home alone, and your life goes on. the skie's red, and the stars aren't shimmering now. where's the one you love?