A hundred-eighty days
Eight a.m. and ready
Sometimes your hair was still wet
When we walked the tired tiles
We were brave
Even though we sometimes cried
Over tragedies that tides washed over
And kept behind eyes burning with youth
Point and shoot camera
In hand remembering strangers
I felt like I really fit in
And I did
Ahead of our time
The same time that changed sad melodies
Into a happy tune of love
Then growing softly into a lullaby
Now a hundred and counting Mondays
In the aftermath of the sunset
The summer wind still softly moves
And the echoes of laughter sound over my shoulder
On the other side of the sunset
A ch
Let us go then, you and I
And leave them sleeping by the fire side
Let us walk in beauty
And be forgotten by the world
Let us take our time
Turning to waste
Let us take our time
Creating our own pace
Let us run then, you and I
And leave them guessing when the sun will rise
Let us play in the fields forever
Gazing at the marmalade skies
Trip but don't fall ever
For the girl with kaleidoscope eyes
Let us wander then, you and I
And never knowing when to arrive
Not all who wander are lost, my friend
Let us play along with the road when it bends
For the road goes ever on and on
From the door which it began
You and I will live f