Sometimes I run, but I'm not afraid. 
Why must you bring up all the mistakes I've made? 
She makes me smile, but you come around. 
The wind in her hair reflects the sunset I see.

You make it seem like yesterday. 
But we've come a long way out of the rain. 
Can't seem to figure out what happens after this. 
Why can't I?

Why must you say I made a mess out of things? 
I won't believe it. 
Tonight feels right like I'm dancing on air. 
I'll make it right, I'll make it right. 
Pull over to the station and fill up on fuel. 
But will I do?

Sometimes I drive or ride with my eyes closed tight 
because if the skyline looks this way
then I don't want to sleep tonight. 
Never giving up, always seeking light, 
we must always try, try with all our might.