A Certain Lack of Orange Flashes

In my mind,

Friends, that I am yet to make

Hearts that I will never break

Lips that I am yet to kiss

A girl that I will always miss.

On the corner,

Notes that I am yet to play

Thoughts that I am yet to contemplate

Outlines I am yet to fill in

And a mattress in which to dream.

Over the mountains,

Planes on which i'll surely hop

A pretty smile making sure I never stop

People to play with at night

I keep my head held high.