Oh sweet wanderer,
breathless with wonder
in new corners and old castles and dusty bookshelves,
take me with you when you go.
You and I,
we were never made to have a home.
We were made to wander,
to fall apart and fall together,
to reach and never hold,
to seek and never find.
Oh traveler, our weary souls
rest only in motion-
in running fast and far we are complete,
in movement we can breathe;
under fading city lights and across open beaches and through a thousand different waterfalls.
So darling, take my hand-
take my hand and we’ll get lost together.