when I'm with you, I feel like I can catch stars with my bare hands. I
can hold them and they'd sing for us, if we ask them to. I'd like to
go on the kind of journey that makes home feel like the perfect place
to be, in the end after all those lonely miles. I'd return with far
more laugh lines and cigarette burns than the start. I'd like to come
home to you cupping your hands around mine, heads bent together,
watching cosmos waltz with my weather-worn fingerprints.
they'll be singing, "so kiss me and smile for me, tell me that you'll
wait for me, hold me like you'll never let me go. cause I'm leaving on
a jet plane, don't know when I'll be back again, babe, you know I hate
to go."