There is something about the music,
The way it worms through the head
the way it makes shapes dance behind my eyelids.
How your voice intertwines with the radio's
the road so much more open,
your smile so much wider.
Though I know that after the light
there will be dark.
(But after the dark fades)
comes the vivid colours of a new beginning
(tinting the sky a rising blue and orange)
After dark comes another day under the burning starlight
(of the sun)
and we’ll be back here,
running away from the past,
singing along to the melody of wanderlust.