swaggering on the promise of life.

Let's take the train to anywhere

I wanna feel the wind in my hair with you

Let's tell them all, that soon they'll know

How very wrong they were to think we'd never go...

We'll get a house where the trees hang low

And pretty little flowers on our window sill will grow

We'll make friends with the milk man

And the butcher Mr. Timms will give us discounts when he can

And if you tell me yours I'll tell you mine

And we will clean the cobwebs out of one anothers minds...-missy higgins