All hope is clearing.
The number,
Of numbers.
Depleted.
Time is ticking,
Train times closing.
Typing.
Typing.
Typing.
Numbers are coming back in,
We're not out of the woods but the trees
Are looking familiar.
Waiting.
Waiting.
Waiting.
I'm going crazy from the waiting.
Relief is what I want,
I know damn sure I'm desperate.
Where did everyone go.
One gleam of hope,
One right turn.
Just as we fall and lose all will.
Just as we feel the pull on the steering wheel.
Heart strings broken,
Things should be okay.
But they weren't.
But now they are.
Small bag filled with green,
How happy could I be.
Small bag filled with green,
I'm glad you're back to me.
