Independent, but solitary and cold
Wanting touches of genuine warmth
The Hitchiker longs for a ride.
Independent, but solitary and cold
Lonliness an aching pain
The Hitchiker longs for a ride
Thumb high, a sign of surrender.
Lonliness an aching pain
The mirror too difficult to see
Thumb high, a sign of surrender
Wishes fade like the light.
The mirror too difficult to see
Hope speeds by without pause
Wishes fade like the light
Dust smothers the skin.
Hope speeds by without pause
No hurt when there is no hope
Dust smothers the skin
Reflection is lost in stones.
No hurt when there is no hope
Weary of the storms of reality
Reflection is lost in stones
Wanting touches of genuine warmth.
