Conception and the Funeral

I’ve always dreamt
Of something beautiful
Between conception and
The funeral and now
I’ll wait if that’s where I’ll find it
I spent a lot on something trivial
I couldn’t tell you
What was meaningful till now
I got a taste of the feeling
There ain't no use in being practical
The motors running
And the tank is full
Let’s get on the road
Before the morning comes
Come with me for a day
And the distance
Will drive the pain away
Of that I’m sure
There isn’t anything else
You need to take
Nothing material in any casе
So Now
We’ll make a plan
When wе get there
Sometimes there’s promises
You have to break
So only make the ones
You have to make
And I know how to handle
My expectations