Lyrics Straightaway - Color Theory

Spent our lives in foreign lands
Holding hands
Passport pages running out
Heads above the clouds
Eyes toward the sun
Having fun
Testing luck and tempting fate
Since our great escape

Kept a journal on cassette
No regrets
I'm still grateful every day
That you came my way
Trivial concerns
Hairpin turns
Chasing the horizon's end
Just around the bend

We lived out our bucket lists
And now here we are
At the final stretch
No more winding roads
One long straightaway

Death will pay all of our debts
Time forgets
Spread my ashes on the sea
Should you outlive me
Both feet on the ground
Slowing down
Chapter coming to a close
Roosting with the crows

I don't want to scare you off
But if you must fly
I won't clip your wings
When the hour comes
Tell me straightaway

I don't want to tie you down
And whether or not
You choose to come back
You will always be my señora
So if you must go, sayonara
When the hour comes
Tell me straightaway

Straightaway
When the hour comes
Tell me straightaway
Straightaway
When the hour comes
Tell me