I once saw a sunset so vivid and warm that I swore it was perfectnI once had a lover, I'm not sure if I'll recover, but I know it was worth it nThen, last night in the car, the falling raindrops looked like stars of some incalculable speed nThen later, my friends said Good to see you again, this is a home to mennSo I wrote a song and I called it The Love of my Life nSaid don't be gone long, it now sings me to sleep every night nnAnd I never learned a lesson looking at my own reflection, but sometimes it seems useful nSo I loosen my heart strings in high hopes of starting to find something truthful nnCynicism isn't wisdom, it's a lazy way to say that youive been burned nIt seems, if anything, you'd be less certain after everything you ever learned