This is a love story. I can’t lie and say its something it's not.
It's just not the love they tell you about. It's not the love for just another being.
It's the love for a temporary home, a new fleeting sunset, or the warmth of a fire.
It's the emotions you carry with you through rock and pavement.
The lust for scenery. The search for another life.
My heart grows big under a never ending skyline of stars and moonlight.
My eyes grow tired on these yellow lines I follow home to you.
At last I am comfortable.
Amongst something new...