We could be,
Anywhere in the world.
Walking the rain,
Watching the lights,
Exercising refrain,
Our heads in the sand,
And fingers in frostbites,
We could be,
Anywhere in the world.
And yet you find us,
Walking gingerly across,
A meadow of whites.
In peaks and plateaus,
Warm chocolate and cold toes,
On freezing Boston nights,
Thinking,
We could be,
Anywhere in the world.
Pretending,
That these castles we build,
On thin ice,
Will last till sunrise,
Far past when the seagull flies,
To remind you,
That we could've been,
Anywhere in the world.
