I want to smell again the fresh cut grass of the fields of southland.

I want to taste again the salt on my lips as I walk out of the ocean on Hanalei beach.

I want to see again the ruins of past civilisations in Rome.

I want to hear again the soulful blues busker singing his heart out on Beale st.

I want to feel again the cool fresh water of a mountain stream

But if I can never do any of these things again. I want to be anywhere with you.