Here It Comes…
Here comes that girl, just with a bag and the clothes on her body, don’t know where she’s going to wake up tomorrow, running away from sorrow. Here comes that boy, with a head full of dreams, a notebook full of draws and a paper full of green. Both are searching a happy ending, both don’t know how this is gonna work.
Here comes that same girl, with a notebook full of songs, that she writes every night on her own, she’ll never let anything let her down, no more, and with a smile, she says so. Here comes that same boy, with his head up looking at his future, even being a little lost, he know he’ll get there.
And following where this is taking them, they’re living and discovering their reality.