Travel Musings - Camera

The road to your heart

Is empty and full of shortcuts

Winding bends carved

In valleys and up in mountains tops

There are cracks in the sky

About to swallow me up

I hope you don’t mind

If I take a little longer

Waving in vain for a ride

It’s difficult to find someone here

As day goes by, the mist blurs my eyes

But something tells me not to fear

The road to my heart

Is a mystery to be solved

Looks just like Mars

Out of season

There are cracks in the sky

About to swallow me up

I hope you don’t mind

If I take a little longer

Waving in vain for a ride

It’s difficult to find someone here

As day goes by, the mist blurs my eyes

But something tells me not to fear