I-80 West

Some nights before I go to bed I cry unto my sheets.
In angst that you are fearing, too, of a love that can't be ours.
I may have thought a time or two of beaus I've lost before.
Happen to us, it cannot, my love for you is sworn.

I dream of nights when we're alone, our future's out of sight.
We lay in bed, and both as one, we dream of the unknown.
Our futures aren't written yet; our choices are our own.
I hope you know no matter what, you'll never be alone.

I dream of nights when I'm alone, my future's in the past.
I was lax all through the present, never knew it doesn't last.
I can't let what I feel today, be miserably bypassed.
Together, I must tell you now, our futures will be vast.

We've both been broken hearted from a long, long time ago.
The way you hold me is all that I need to know.
And it's still late, but I'll always wait through the short night with you.

Each night before I go to bed I look up at the stars.
In hopes that you are dreaming, too, of a love that can be ours.
I know I've thought a time or two of passions lost before.
Hold a candle, they cannot…

It's you that I adore.