what isn't incredible
when...
when I can memorize the songs
(that you never wrote me),
when morning light marks
the path to you...
what isn't incredible
when...
when the path to you is only a few miles
I have a car
(but the journey takes years)
what isn't incredible
when...
when I can escape
to tropical morning light all winter
(that path doesn't reach
you... so called paradise)
what isn't incredible
when...
when that smile
is enough to brave the cold
to lead me back to you
let my destination be my journey
(and what isn't incredible by your side?)
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