All the sites I’ve seen, all the miles I’ve walked, all the friends who listened politely as I talked, about my big ideas to find a brighter blue, would they be what they became? Would they find their place without you?

So we take our chances, that’s what dreams demand. But are my eyes alone enough to spot the shifting Sands? And when I claim my prize, will I speak the truth when they ask if all the things I’ve done would be what they became without you, mm… without you?

Here comes my evil twin whose knowledge of the clues is reading close to zero as he always seems to do. When he cashes in on his way to brighter blue, will he know the cards he played, he never would’ve held without you, without you?

Your lipstick mark is still on the scarf you hung around my neck. “Protection against more than just the winter wind,” you said. “’Cause it might take reinforcements to catch a dream and make it real, as your chance passes faster than the goddamn road beneath your wheels.”

All the sites I’ve seen, all the roads I’ve walked and all the strangers listening politely as I talked ‘n talked, ‘n talked, ‘n talked, about my big intentions to find a brighter blue, would the journey be what it became if I had tried to travel without you, without you, without you, without you?