What is, will have to be, but not forever.
This place could be so nice with you by my side.
Watching the sun rise over the mountain tops,
laying in the grass, laying in your arms.
Windows down, wind blowing in my hair,
holding my hand as you squint through your sunglasses.
Kiss me in the woods.
Kiss me by the river.
Kiss me when the stop light turns red.
When you’re gone, the beauty in this place goes with you.
But when you return - warmer rains, greener grass, singing birds.
Your presence is their cue to come alive.
It’s my cue to come alive.
We’re waiting. Sleeping. Come and wake us, won’t you?
