All the memories we had
Working days late night outs, chasing dreams
People flutter by instead
Where's the magic moments, like swinging bossa 19

(In transit)

So be careful where you stand
Even stone walls crack, break through to new realities
Ruin coming to an end
Fields of green stretch long to help you find what you might be

(In transit)

Color tigers in my head
Skipping over stones, jumping rivers in my dreams
I let go of what I had
Say goodbye old friend, pick a brush paint a new scene

(In transit)