today
when you look across a crowded room
no one looks back
the magic has died
but it lives in the stories
and songs that you hear
when you drive in the dark

the magic is gone
there is no morning glory
it dies in most people
but sometimes there's a spark

it glows in your eyes
sometimes in the morning
and on some of the evenings
when you're tired enough

it shows in your words
sometimes when you're singing
and when you are dreaming
and always when you laugh

and that keeps me here
despite all the pain
that passes between us
and we can't seem to stop

and that keeps me going
though it takes so much effort
to keep the shine glowing
in my eyes for you