They say you can't get to where you're going without a map,
Can't get to places with path,
I may not know where this may lead,
Getting lost in your words,
Tell me the way home,
Where wandering minds like ours roam,
But it's as if even your last train of thought,
Is where I latch on and get caught,
Caught on to you,
And noticing the little things you do.