WANDERING

I get wandering eyes

Whenever you come my way

Pondering how

We're only touching in my mind

Wondering why I'm even down

On my knees

Could be the Ferragamo jeans

Sealed with Jacquemus seams

That's taking over me

Fields full of wheat

As we whistle our way through

I'm conquering all that breathes

Oh, making me weak

Still, I get watery eyes

Wandering as I speak