There was a time when
all you touched would turn to gold
but dark illusions seemed to filled your head with smoke, 
and blacked out the light

Oh it’s an open road
as tears turn to rivers
You’ll make it home somehow
and I’ll build the bridges

It ain’t over
It drags you down to some extent, don’t pretend
Just leave the wreckage 
and all that aggravates you drifts away to the other side

Oh it’s an open road
as tears turn to rivers
You’ll make it home somehow
and I’ll build the bridges

In your eyes I see the pain
And your words so unrestrained
there’s a sparkle let it burn
And the next moment you are gone
And the journey’s just begun 
I will wait for your return