Searching for years, finding nothing
Forgot what we were looking for
Drew a map out in my head of
The roads leading to the door
That when opened, will reveal that
Everything that we’ve believed
Can be seen from different angles
Should I be worried or feel relieved?

Where are we? How can we get home?
Maybe we should follow the stars
That map I drew in my head
Has changed and won’t get us that far
Stay awake all through the night
Screaming for our wrongs to right
We’ll walk, but we’ll fancy flight
Guided by that distant light

All I have to remember those times
Are the pictures I carry
They’re bent and creased and folded up
But I can still see clearly the images from
All those places that we went
As we traveled around the world
They were such picture-perfect times
With my picture-perfect girl

Leave a trail of pain and heartache
To guide us on our way home
If we’re lost, then I won’t mind
Because I won’t be lost alone
The sun sets on the horizon
But our journey is not quite done
Yearning for the return home
When we can settle like the sun

Arguments of where we are
Location and relationship
My eyes are now off the road
Your words are arrows, and the tips
Have struck me deep into my side
But I’ll recover soon enough
Your words can heal my wounds just as quickly
The bandages of eternal love

Sadly, pictures fade over time
Memories do the same
But the first is hurt by fire and nature
While the second can only wish to be forgotten
But just the same, it can be kept
Forever to tell to the whole world
Of all those picture-perfect times
I spent with my picture-perfect girl

Scrapbooks of ideas and thoughts
That are hand-made and not store-bought
The scent of love and remembrance
Can be detected on every page
The sights of wonder, and of her
Are shown on all the snapshots, curled
By time, and they will age
Along with the entire world
But even aged, they will show picture-perfect times
I spent with my picture-perfect girl