Two of us wearing raincoats
Standing solo
In the sun
You and me chasing paper
Getting nowhere
On our way back home
We’re on our way home
We’re on our way home
We’re going home
You and I have memories
Longer than the road that stretches out ahead
* * * * * *
Soon the infinite stretch of pineapple trees becomes a blur and I turn to watch you sleep. Daylight is fading fast.
Another 24 hours, another town. Here’s one more for the memories.
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