Two lights, one car, they pass,
two eyes, one head, they see
two clouds, they fuse and be-
come one big fluffy cloudy mess.
they drift and float and leave our sight.

Trains and hours and days and youth
and beauty and life and love and tides and anything you can think of.
my studies, my words in wind, in ways I've sinned.

It all does, why can't you let it.

Two dots, one line. An offer to decline.
I wish I was a sailors boat, he'd guide me
and I'd still see the world.