Journey - Separate Ways (worlds Apart) (- 1983) Here

Steve stands there for a long time, the echoes of a song not yet written ringing in his ears. He knows they’re gone—separate ways—but as he turns to walk toward the docks, he carries the rhythm of her memory with him, a steady beat in a world that never stops moving.

Steve watches her reach the corner. In his head, a synth line starts—aggressive, driving, like a heartbeat forced into a gallop. He feels the phantom weight of a microphone in his hand. He wants to tell her that even though they’re heading in different directions, the "true love" they shared isn't something you just delete like a bad recording. Journey - Separate Ways (Worlds Apart) (- 1983)

Diane pauses for a split second under the green 'Walk' sign. She adjusts her bag, a small movement that feels like a final chord. She steps off the curb, disappearing into the mist. Steve stands there for a long time, the

But the road changed things. Steve’s band started booking gigs further out, the van smelling of stale beer and ambition. Diane stayed behind, her world narrowing to the steady rhythm of her office job and the quiet of an empty apartment. The phone calls grew shorter, the silence between sentences heavier. In his head, a synth line starts—aggressive, driving,

She doesn't turn around. She can’t. The distance between them isn't just the thirty feet of asphalt; it’s the "worlds apart" they’ve become. He remembers the arcade where they met—the smell of ozone and popcorn, the way her hair caught the light of the Pac-Man machine. They were a team then, two halves of a high-score dream.