to you, and the lives we haven't lived, but remember anyway

hey you, out there in the cold
getting lonely, getting old
can you feel me?
hey you, standing in the aisles
with itchy feet and fading smiles
can you feel me?
hey you, don’t help them to bury the light
don’t give in without a fight.

hey you, out there on your own
sitting naked by the phone
would you touch me?
hey you, with you ear against the wall
waiting for someone to call out
would you touch me?
hey you, would you help me to carry the stone?
open your heart, I’m coming home.

[...]

hey you, standing in the road
always doing what you’re told,
can you help me?
hey you, out there beyond the wall,
breaking bottles in the hall,
can you help me?
hey you, don’t tell me there’s no hope at all
together we stand, divided we fall.

"well, only got an hour of daylight left. better get started"
"isnt it unsafe to travel at night? "
"it’ll be a lot less safe to stay here. you’re father’s gunna pick up our trail before long"
"can loca ride? "
"yeah, I can ride... magaret, time to go! magaret, thank you for everything"
"goodbye chenga"
"goodbye miss ..."
"i’ll be back"



nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands...