The sky is falling:
Please don't panic.
I'll hold your hand
through the blue and white storm.
We'll squint our eyes tight
and, whispering the magical words
Fly away from this place
Leave this town where hopes and dreams are suffocated
we'll get on the Grey hound, you and I
Our own personal shooting star
taking us through the falling sky
till were safe to live our dreams.

Its just you, me, and the open road.
 
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