Falcor - The Sun sets on the roads curve

The sun sets on the roads curve, And heavens paint with scarlet, But under this deceptive gloss Let someone dodge a bullet And every shadow lefts its mark, Makes many thresholds passed So far from generated sparks No matter which is last “Come out, fly away from here, - Says one who’s dedicated, - Look for a reason to be near The dawn which soon be set in”