I asked everyone
and they said that
you weren't a fool.

They first asked
who you we're,
then they said that
they wanted to meet you.

I'm glad I met you.

When we had those
Little Talks,
driving down those roads,
it felt as if
the rest of life was a
pale imitation of that. That,
for once,
it was me who was outside,
full of life and full of love.
I already know that
I will want to be,
hungover and driving through
that beautiful country again,
the rest of my life.

I told them,
that you weren't a fool.
Maybe just a bad influence,
with a loud heart.

And yeah,
you might be a bad influence,
but that doesn't mean
you're not
good for me.