Climbing a hill to get out of the city,
Not in shape, so it’s not pretty.
Will you try to meet me there?
I don’t care that you don’t care.
I just want to talk to you
About some stuff that I’ve been through.
Can you see the ending near?
Can you tell I’m full of fear?
If only once I meet another,
Someone I can call my brother.
Maybe we can spend some time
Listening and making rhymes.
Maybe we can find a way
Out of here. No, we won’t stay.
Let’s combine our talents now.
You and I can make a vow.
Never leave each other alone,
Without love you cannot write a song.
Without love…
Stumbling along the sidewalk 