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.