Who am I to know, whether you'll call this home one day?
There's no writing on the wall, pretending I don't care at all, if you leave or stay
And I think about us, and where we could be
Open up the atlas, pick a page at random, I think of every place
We could live out the rest of our days, for now I guess I'll see you on the road
Does time fly, or slip between my fingers, look up at the distant sky?
Above your moon and stars look different than mine, but can we share the night?
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Sitting in the sun
Dreaming of foreign lands, water comes to me
Watch as the tide comes in, high time I learn to swim
Someday I'll cross the sea and I'll write you love notes, and watch them flow
Out into the ocean, pray they make it to Boston
You'll work a late shift, knowing something's gotta give
Tie up all your loose ends and hit the road
Does time fly, or slip between my fingers?
Look up at the distant sky
Above your moon and stars look different than mine, but can we share the night?
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