there's no script we could follow
just a trail of pretty words we shared
(just a busted lip)
there's no view from this room
just a building with windows looking
(a few stories above the street)
there's no direct line to the park
just a patchwork of paths
(a hand-in-hand in understanding)
there's no chance outside of this city
wake at 4AM to set foot on the plane
(just a pretty memory)