Someways past those mountains,
 There's a future waiting --
 Love?
 Love wins, I know it does --
 But every day's a drive, 
 No GPS, no sure directions, just
 Whatever fuel we get
 For as long as we get.
 But someways past those mountains,
 We can stop;
 We can disembark to see
 That much we've thought we've lost
 Will be right there
 To greet us