Not a day goes by where I don't wonder
What you'll be doing days from now
You'll be in a far away land
Charming everyone you meet with a shy smile and softly spoken words
Will they know of your strength too?
I'm sure they will
When I'm sitting in class,
Poring over polymers and systems and figures
Will you be by the harbor,
With paint stained fingers?
Maybe when I get home
And you're on your own,
We'll both pick up our guitars,
Different and yet alike
And strum an old Beatles tune
In perfect harmony