Well I woke to the sound of silence
and cars were cutting like knives on a fist fight.
And I found you with a bottle of wine
with head on the curtains
and heart like the fourth of July.
You swore and said,
“We are not, we are not shining stars.”
This I know
I never said we are.
Though I’ve never been through much like that
I’ve closed enough windows
to know you can never look back.
If you’re lost and alone
or sinking like a stone
May your path be the sound
of your feet upon the ground.
Carry on, carry on.
~ I ♥ FUN.