Staring out an empty window where faces are vague,
Where the trees are bare, and the people numb,
He glances at his faint reflection
"Who have I become?"
Though his feet are firm against the ground,
His insides are helium, he is 1,000 feet above,
He carves his path in a lonely ghost-town road,
Leaving behind everything he'd once loved
Against the harsh currents of his memory,
He opens his mind to a new day he calls his own,
Through childlike eyes, sees the world in a plainer view
He rides off the rails, embracing the unknown
For so long, he's watched life through a decaying heart,
Arms shaking, mouth dry, a cold sweat upon his brow
For so long, he's watched life through broken glass
But now, he makes a promise to make this time count
