I swear if you make it to me
I can promise you’ll see
That this is where you should be
I believe you’re the one designed for me
If this is a puzzle it would be complete
I hate that time moves ever so slow
I just want you to know
That you might be a stranger today
But, tomorrow you could be
The cold December air bites at my heart
If I just find my way back to the start
I’d convince my mind to run away to you
Oh, my love what shall we do?
For this shall be one last romance
For somedays I don’t believe in love
Yet, I still take chances
And the details of our love shall be on page four
In The Endless Summer’s grand scheme of things