City after city
I don’t even know where I am
City after city
I don’t even know who I am
And in the melodies of reunion lies a bittersweet dissonance.
And the silent highway
witnesses the longing for the morning with you,
sounding like "Blue Moon."
I’m having better days,
having better days.
Evening sun on hotel curtains,
we’re chasing neon dreams —
me on stage and you on canvases.
I’m singing melodies
when I’m missing you.
Linen sheets are cold without me;
your absence echoes through every mile.
I’m having better days
with you.
Better days, better days.
I have those brighter days,
brighter days with you.