If this ride was all about love

Think then about the eyes
That get to see the sun set
A train that cuz of time- table leaves empty
About a shooting star that dies without a wish 
I was in age
I could drive
I could sail
Think then about the struggle 
You endured for no fault of yours

Bring me an intention
A good one
They don't come in time
And no walkway could be designed for me
Why
Why
I think about it sometimes
Most of the times

I came easy
Should live easy
That would be all about me with you 
Think about it
The ride was so in love