The beautiful thing about this town
Is that there’s always the back roads,
Side streets,
Stop signs and red lights.
We used to think it was great when we were hiding,
Finding the paths where no one would see us.
But on the way we realized:
There’s so much more than points a and b.
There is beauty out there that no alphabet can describe.

The beautiful thing about this town,
Is the millions of beautiful things about this town,
We still smile as we pass each other,
No matter how little we knew you we were happy to say hello,
Stop for a moment and just enjoy it.
We never rush here,
We’ll get there when we get there and the rest is a journey.

A journey,
Through these back roads and side streets,
Savouring the moment like it could be our last,
Because it could,
This,
Now,
This is the last moment that you can guarantee you’ll have.
Tomorrow is not a promise,
It is something we’ve taken for granted.
As we rush through our lives and forget ourselves,
In all we do,
But not in all we are.
We’ve become our cars,
our homes,
our families,
Our money...

... and I can’t do it anymore.
There is no life here,
Just objects and values placed on people.
The people, places and things waiting at point B.
But you ******** the ******** the gas ******** Point B,
it signifies the end of our journey.

and,
I don’t know about you,
but I’m ready to take the scenic route.