You know while travelling in a train,
Sometimes, there’s a road that comes along?
You want that road to keep company with the tracks,
And somewhere in the line, it departs,
But your eyes,
They trace ’em back.
There comes a long tunnel,
and you anxiously hope to catch it on the other end!
You strain your eyes until the road is out of sight.
And then you just sit there watching it slip off?
You are that road to me.
The window sight is greener now,
And no matter how much I adore these forests,
My eyes keep wandering back to you!
Stardust 