� 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? �*� 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? �*****� Music removed �***Thank you.