If I give in
If I back down
In a memory
Ride together again
Old and gone
How could I ask
Forget me then
Sweeping mountain top
Monument
As a visitor
Photograph
Pages torn away
If I give in
If I back down
In a memory
Ride together again
Old and gone
How could I ask
Forget me then
Sweeping mountain top
Monument
As a visitor
Photograph
Pages torn away
Its weird walking through foreign soils
When all you have are memories
Of relics flickering through your mind,
And every corner you think you know
Turns out to be an unknown alcove;
When expected signs and monuments
Are entirely unrecognized and odd.
I find myself seeing ghosts of y’or
Wandering aimlessly just as I,
Who nod to me acknowledgement
As we both carry on our way.
Then just as in a fairy tale,
I come about my senses:
I find my store, I see my pal,
And we’re off to bring the night in style.