Yellow city lights, Streaks of red, Huffing and puffing Trucks and buses, Dripping roof, Cold sidewalk, Wearing my happy red shoes.
Iβd like to take up the earth In my hands, And fold it over like fabric. Then stitch through the grassy weave And bring your home Closer to me. But though I cannot make that happen You are only a time travel Of two hours away.
You can measure it in Minutes, Songs, Miles, Hot beverages And scenery, Iβve even measured it in rain, The space between You and me.
Here I am, In my small town version of a city, Sitting on my duffel bag, Because Iβd rather shiver in the outdoors, And youβre only a matter Of Beatles albums away.