No question why, as I fly. Cutting ties with no goodbye. And, there’s no cries from those that reside in that wake, as I rise, and celebrate a new sunrise… a new sunrise. Those bright lights from bridges I’ve burned will guide my nights… so I have learned. Over my shoulder again, can’t help looking back, time and time again. And there you are, every time, no matter the distance of every state line. I thought this would be the best, some space between us, to give it a rest. Running away, I headed West. But, it’s not what I thought, not how I guessed… no. Emotions kept silent oh, and not, not expressed. And there’s no “fault". Neither of us lose sleep, from the feelings that we keep. Neither of us weep over feelings that we keep. So lets dream on, as if nothing’s fucking wrong, counting those precious sheep, during the very best of stressless sleep. Oh, and I bet, we each found a new flock, insnared in our own new nets. No question why, we let friendships die, with no questions from any of us “why?", bridges burn, we’ll never learn… as we warm ourselves from the bridges we burn.
