It's another Friday night and the feeling is not right.
Looking for a new route, looking to get out.
Escaping this small town just to be under those city lights, these dreams are real bright (real bright).
Wanderlust has been lurking in my mind, where will I find what's mine? Never holding back, and never wanted to detach. There's a reason he kept a safe distance.
I was always so persistent.
Head over hills with me and join me on this new journey. I know nothing about. (I know nothing about)
Oh, oh, Where could we go? This vision I crave is living a dream. Anticipation of a small town kid just wanting to fit in. Don't let me down come and venture with me.
Where could we go? Where could we go?
Don't hold your breath, just face the music as we travel in doubt. Let's fall in love with every moment. Especially our moment.
This is what we crave just to be under those city lights. So don't let me down come and venture with me.
Searching for a living never seemed so real. This feeling you give me is so unreal.
Let's make this Friday night last forever. So carry me away my feet are beaten from chasing a dream. Hurry let's escape this town.
Don't let me down, come and venture with me.
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Vincent Paul
Just a lefty who likes to write
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Gorgeous. I get the sense of Wanderlust coming through with this piece. Well done.