I've lived my life in two pursuits To capture time and free the truth I never asked for all your love I only asked for you But sometimes sunshine hits my glass And answers 'fore I have to ask How the hell can rainbows Show so many shortest paths? But now I find it's time To take the lines and draw again A blinding light, a climb to grace To fall in love, to fall into the best of friends Looks like I'm in love again I see my heart outside my skin And all the teardrops leaking out As the dreams come sneaking in It's lovely, though, so I forget That just to love is not to get And hours of sweet nothings Still add up to nothing yet A different time, a different place Unembroidered, disembraced A kiss upon the cheek Leaves me defeated, not defaced Roads diverge, and rise and fall You hope, at least, the road still calls Yours by way of Pleasantville And mine, by Shambhala