Maybe you and I could leave this place
We could just chance it and sail away
Find ourselves on a desert island in the Caribbean
somewhere
Literally, literally find ourselves there
Maybe we could just get lost in time
Stumble around history and hangout in the trees
Watch the world turn before us then come back to these
Thoughts and these places that seem so familiar
Baby we could live nonlinear
Do you wanna run high into the mountains
And leave these low tides?
Build a farm house from mud and hide out inside
We could make love all day and plow fields at night
Rain dance under the moon and teach the stars to cry
We could can memories like pickles for when we get old
Push a spoon under the edges when the lids are too hard to
hold
Taste the youth that we savored back in the day
Hold each other forever
Curled by the fire together
Only we would be so bold
