It was her last trip
The last time the wind kissed her lips
The last time she drove along the coast
The last time she held her lover close
Girl, never got to say goodbye
Now there's no reply, but I'll be thinking of you
Lost amid the whirl of dancers
Lifting glasses, overjoyed
I'm still standing alone and broken
Facing forward, overjoyed
All is not lost still a trace
But most everything has faded away
And I can't remember who I used to be
When we come down reach for solid crowd
We'll find out that there's nothing around
We're living half in life, and half out of life