I don't know just how it happened
I've always thought I've had it figured out
And now I have nothing but questions
A heart that's full of fear
A head filled with doubt
You seem to have all the answers
But I've always been quite the skeptic
Hey, beautiful, will you grace city streets with me by your side?
We'll lose ourselves and I'll selfishly hope to find myself in your eyes
The city air smells of autumn, coffee, cigarettes, and speeding cars
And flashing signs, though we ignore them, guide us like beacons through the night
We don't need a map or directions, we'll just float where this pavement will take us
Hey, beautiful, will you grace city streets with me by your side?
We'll lose ourselves and I'll selfishly hope to find myself in your eyes
Though we may never go back home
Though we may never go