I've been to so many places,
and you've been to so many places.

I met this sailor at a port,
in Portland,
still young, still smiling.
He had a girl back home
in Italy, Sicily.
And like a hot day's breeze,
his smile greeted me.

I met this homeless woman,
with two kids,
walking in the streets
of Tokyo,
with a man somewhere
in the near future,
she hoped.
I told her
I hoped too,
and I gave her some spare change.

Maybe you've been to Portland.
And maybe you've been to Tokyo.
Maybe we've met the same people.
Maybe you made them happy,
and I met people who
were those people
because of you.
Maybe

We already know each other,
and you've already made me happy,
like I know you will.