Following the map you drew,
Its upside-down.
I'll get there eventually,
I always do.
Suddenly I start to think,
Of your sweet face.
Then drive right by the exit,
I meant to take.
And I can't help but smile.
This is how it is supposed to be.
No matter what happens now,
I've had what everyone wants.
Finally I get to you,
at the park.
Daises and sunbeams,
are all around.
A few dozen cookies,
baked for me.
We lay and read our books,
Mystery.
And I can't help but smile.
This is how it is supposed to be.
No matter what happens now,
I've had what everyone wants.
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