we're always talking, we're always wandering
you're meandering, i'm yourandering
who cares if we never get anywhere, we care if we always go everywhere
and every hair on your head reminds of a poem i once read

we've got two ways to go about this
neither seems feasible
but if i could connect the continents
maybe this would be reasonable

the colors of your sweaters are the colors i wish the world could be
so walk with me
and we'll always be talking, if we're cool we'll stay warm
your skin and your grins i count as my friends
and i always want to see them again