A half-filled page, a still guitar
A quiet room, and here we are
A new romance, some old regrets
A song that isn’t finished yet
A working verse, a sweet refrain
Another chance, to try again
A high trapeze without a net
A song that isn’t finished yet
Sails full of imagination
We’ve left the shore and come this far
No clear end or destination
Just the journey and the hope that’s in our hearts
A word that wants a perfect rhyme
A love unfolding line by line
A half lit stage, an unbuilt set
A song that isn’t finished yet
Sails full of imagination
We’ve left the shore and come this far
No clear end or destination
Just the journey and the hope that’s in our hearts
A half-filled page, a still guitar
A quiet room, and here we are
A new romance, some old regrets
A song that isn’t finished yet