Verse 1:
Failing to see the clouds from the silver lining. Bright as can bee is the new day, and full speed is far to slow for me. I'll stop when the skies are gray.
Chorus:
Taking it day by day. There's nothing left to say. Accept that it will work out some way, if not in March or April, then May.
Verse 2:
Faster than sound, I can't make out what lies ahead now. Nowhere to be found what I've lost. And faster still, I'll find it if I will. I'll stop when I've had my fill.
Interlude:
No more resolutions to make. I'll do it all or nothing, else I'm fake. The miles aren't important, it's the ride. And what lies inside.