AS WE WALKED INTO A COLD NIGHT
TALKING BOUT OUR RECENT TALES
EVERY BREATH HUNG IN THE MOONLIGHT
IN VAPOR TRAILS
THEN WE TRIED SPEAKING HONESTLY
AND PULLED OFF A FEW MORE VEILS
EVEN THOSE WORDS SAT THERE FROZEN
IN VAPOR TRAILS
YOU AND I, JETLINERS IN THE SKY
TRAILING WHITE LINES WAY UP HIGH
MIGHT FEEL CONNECTED, YET EVERY TIME WE DO
IT DISAPPEARS INTO THE BLUE
YOU AND I, OUTLIERS IN THE SKY
WHO PASS EACH OTHER BY AND BY
SOMETIMES INTERFACE, BUT SEEMS LIKE WHEN WE DO
SOON ENOUGH IT FADES TO BLUE
KEPT ON WALKING THROUGH THE COLD NIGHT
AND GAZED ON THE FOG EXHALES,
ICY CLOUDS OF ALL OUR MEMORIES
IN VAPOR TRAILS
OUR VAPOR TRAILS
HAPPY TRAILS TO YOU