Highway tell me, please tell me who all these people are. I can’t remember all their names or who they are. Highway tell me; please tell me where and when this road will end. Tell me what I’m going to get, tell me what’s at the end.

To you I say this, “while time is absent, we are not. Life is gone, but love is not.” Please put down the pen, put down your thoughts, the past is the past. And I’m past recalling names.

We have no names,
we have no lives,
but we have our hearts,
we have our hearts.

We are the chorus in the night; we are the darkness in the light.
We are what’s left when she made it home.
I am what I write, I am what I write. I am just floating along now.

Finally let go of what held you back, of what stayed your hand, of what gave you that purpose. Finally let go of what tightened your strings, of what kept you whole, of what held you together.
Finally let go of what kept you going, of what caught your breathe, of what kept you living. Finally let go of what kept your faith, of what made you “you”, cause what “you are” is all back in the past. It’s just a dream, and it’s your grave.

Now please wake up, it’s time you rise, and just let go of everything that ever had worth to you or to him or to her and accept that we are the chorus in the night, we are the darkness in the light. We are what’s left when he made it home. I am what I write, I am what I write. I am just floating along now.

Highway tell me, please tell me who all these people are. I can’t remember all their names, or who they are. Or who I am, or what this is, or why we’ve all been gathered here.
Why are we here?
What did we do?
What did we do?
What did we do?