Carolina Villarruel

The day's last one-way ticket train pulls in, we smile for the casual closure capturing. There goes the downpour, here goes my fare thee well. There's really no way to reach me, 'cause I'm already gone. Only so many words that we can say, spoken upon long-distance melody. This is my hello, this is my goodness. There's really no way to reach me, 'cause I'm already gone. Maybe in five or ten yours and mine will meet again, straighten this whole thing out. Maybe then honesty need not be feared as a friend or an enemy. This is the distance, and this is my game face. There's really no way to reach me, is there really no way to reach me? Am I already... So this is your maverick, this is Vienna.