The Wanderer, Although you may have found your way, And that way which you have found may not be in my way, And those times spent together, lost with each other, Are far and gone, but none left over, For reaching arms of young like us, To find and love, and dream like you, For none have ever looked beyond my eyes, And seen just what you have done to me,
More than what is seen on the outside, More than any man can dream of understanding, For you are the one who put life in my darkness, And although you may not be a shoutbox regular, Like those days oh so long ago, You will always be remembered, And loved. Wobble
You can be the peanut butter to my jelly, You can be the butterflies I feel in my belly, You can be the captain and I can be your first mate, You can be the chills that I feel on our first date.