Ode to Wayfarers

A woman is playing music in the streets

Singing about all the people she will ever meet

She brings some fantasies

And her hair

Is full of daisies

Is full of daisies again

She says

"There are so many lands that I will never see

And nothing really belongs to me"

To me

To me

Into the station a rollin' thing takes away

My lovely stranger that I will miss for many days

Some dust in our eyes

When we move our hands

And a dry smile at the very end

She says

"There are so many lands that I will never see

And nothing really belongs to me"

To me

To me

To me

To meeeeee