Travel Musings کے بول

The road to your heart Is empty and full of shortcuts Winding bends carved In valleys and up in mountains tops There are cracks in the sky About to swallow me up I hope you don't mind If I take a little longer Waving in vain for a ride It's difficult to find someone here As day goes by, the mist blurs my eyes But something tells me not to fear The road to my heart Is a mystery to be solved Looks just like mars Out of season There are cracks in the sky About to swallow me up I hope you don't mind If I take a little longer Waving in vain for a ride It's difficult to find someone here As day goes by, the mist blurs my eyes But something tells me not to fear