you can see a million miles tonight, but you can't het very far

well, there's a piece of maria in every song that i sing
and the price of a memory is the memory of the sorrow it brings
and there is always one last light to turn out and one last bell to ring
and the last one out of the circus has to lock up everything

looking for a way... [out]

..the problem with this place, is that it's killing my ability to dream [...and write]