How can it be so unclear to her when it's like the fingers on my hand to me?

Travelling is like a talent, like whistling or dancing. And some people have it.

Someone wake me when it's over When the evening silence softens golden Just lay me on bed of dover Oh, I need help with this burden "Hush

Something special is ending, and you're sad, but you can't be that said because, hey, it was good while it lasted, and there'll be other vacations, other good times.

Life might take you down different roads. But each of you gets to decide which one to take.

There are so many things that demand to be said. Where did you go? Do you ever think about me? You've ruined me. Are you okay? But of course, I can't say any of that.

...no way through it but through it," I tell myself.