The paper always holds the most promise when it's blank
The pen always meets it’s destiny when all the ink has escaped
The moon always beams most eloquent on those quintessential nights
The sunshine is always more prosperous on those days most prime
But when you're inbetween lines like the dusk and the dawn
You must embrace the sparse elegance of the horizon's brawn
So dance in the rain under street lights like it's a small town prom
And always kiss your lover with the passion that the big city has
In it’s square those first few seconds after New Year's Eve ends