Me and you belong on a billboard The billboard is blank & we sit at the top We will laugh at the sunset The sunset will frown & we won't care Then we start caring Sorry sunset
Name your children after your father & real friends Or give them names that are special to you Your children are your treasure & you may want to hide all your albums
Don't do drugs, but if you love enough you won't have to We are an expanding galaxy & we can never be together
The sprites were tickling my bare feet The sparkling pond of my future memories I was blind to
The world around me filled with trees & light sneaking to stab me in the back The world snuck me out to this outing The woods expanded to the end of many years
Today, the day I am out of the woods Who was there to welcome me? I would like to say god, but how can anyone that has created happiness, alongside despair, hang his neck
Believe me when I say I am a traveler I will wake one morning eating Ghandi's chicken with an aged scar on my chest Smelling Tokyo smog and cheating on citizenship tests From the tip of Maine to the Sarasota side of Florida to the hairy toes of Mexico to the flaring flocks of beaches of California, Oregon, and Washington to the magnificent maple territories of Canada to the almost home Arctic
I rest
I will wake one night gasping for tragic air Galloping on a living and understanding vehicle named Milestone The sun strides with me Weary still, but the moon enjoys drudging footsteps
My travels have not started Believe me still when I say "I am a traveler"