Frosted

But I have promises to keep
And miles to go before I sleep
And miles and miles and miles and miles to go. . .


And really it would be so much easier if we hadn't gone
Quite so far
In opposite directions


We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl
Year after year
Running over the same old ground
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Oh how I wish you were here.