I once saw a sunset 
so vivid and warm that I swore it was perfect
I once had a lover, 
I'm not sure if I'll recover, 
but I know it was worth it 
Then, last night in the car, 
the falling raindrops looked like stars 
of some incalculable speed 
Then later, my friends said 
"Good to see you again, this is a home to me"

So I wrote a song and I called it "The Love of my Life" 

And I never learned a lesson looking at my own reflection, 
but sometimes it seems useful 
So I loosen my heart strings in high hopes 
of starting to find something truthful 

Cynicism isn't wisdom, 
it's a lazy way to say that you've been burned 
It seems, if anything, 
you'd be less certain after everything you ever learned