Fly to the farthest mountains
Scour the farthest gardens
Let not fear to stop you from crossing the clearing
And when children wave as you soar above them
Picture their happiness,
They’ll put you in drawings


You came when I least expected it
With your eyes and your mystery and your guitar strings, you’re perfect
The heavens made the stars align and birthed
Two earth signs, at the exact point of time destined to meet


My head on your shoulder, riddle me this:
Will you miss me when I leave?
Please miss me
Oh, here’s a thought:
Let’s do something crazy
Will run away with me?
Yeah, you heard me right the first time, baby.