"Been here for years, don't know exact. I think you're beautiful. How strange is that? (Life goes on. . .) Cracks, they have formed on an old windshield. Colors begin to fade, the road I take says yield. (On we go again.. They found a new place to live. Somewhere far away. . .)" "So runaway, I'm letting you go. There's nothing left to say here, nothing you don't know. So runaway, I'm letting you go. There's nothing left to say here, nothing you don't know."