We started the evening as strangers though we left a little less so.
You'd be surprised the things you'll find, if you take the time to know.
The rolling stone's eroding, though it cracks a lovely tune.
You'll get just what you needed, but there ain't no silver spoon.
I see myself a cowboy on the lonesome western plains,
allowed to sulk in sorrow, seeking pity for my pains.
Now I break mystique so quickly under a flash of wit and charm
and I'd trade the plains so quickly just to have you on my arm.
Why the back and forth of the rats run 'round the maze?
If all is said, from born to dead, in a single locking gaze.
There's a lifetime in a moment, if we only make the time.
The mountains aren't an obstacle when you say you love to climb.
I'm bucking up on buttercups; barrel down the path again.
Chasing falling stars under the helping hands of friends.
I hope the hope is worth it like it's rarely been before;
the buttercups are blooming and there's only time for more.
