Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road,
Healthy, free, the world before me,
The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose.
Henceforth I ask not good-fortune,
I myself am good-fortune,
Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing,
Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms,
Strong and content I travel the open road.

WW

7.12.05

C'mere

It's way too late to be this locked inside ourselves
The trouble is that you're in love with someone else
It should be me. Oh, it should be me

Sacred parts, your get aways
You come along on summer days
Tenderly, tastefully
It's so me, we make time
Try to find somebody else
This place is mine

Set the day, you know exactly how I feel
I had my doubts little guy
I'm in love with something real
It could be me, that's changing!
It's so me, we make time
To try and find somebody else

We pass a line
Now season with health
Two lovers walk on lakeside mile
Try pleasing with stealth, rodeo (?)
See the stands long ending path

Oh, how I love you
And in the evening, when we are sleeping
We are sleeping. Oh, we are sleeping
It's so me, we make time
We try to find somebody else
Who has a line
Now season with health
Two lovers walk on lakeside mile
Try pleasing with stealth, rodeo (?)
See the stands long ending path

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