There's got to be life out there beyond our everyday sky behind the gray clouds of routine I think we could find it if we try... Every now and then I catch a glimpse a distant flash of a happier time of the life we started out living where we'd be together into our prime... where we dreamed of growing old making love and memories along the way more than sharing a house at night laying in bed to watch clouds turn gray... We could cannonball that thunderhead to move it enough to get up behind it I believe there's life, it's not dead, so come with me and let's try to find it. |