Sweet Surreal

Iím holding on a rope,
holding on to hope
that apathy will
leave my mind alone.

Oh, and all the winding roads
that Iíll never know
are calling me to
try to get to know them.

Say it isnít so,
I will go wherever I want to.

One single ticket there,
I donít care, anywhere,
and I only want
to buy a one-way fare.

Look at me one last time,
donít know if Iíll survive,
and I wonít return

as long as Iím alive.

Say it isnít so
I will go wherever I want to

my sweet surreal.

All the measures of a man
that no one else can stand,
and I am he, will you
remember me
if I forever leave you?