Would you would you carry me with blistered feet? How would I ever thank you? and somewhere, in the middle of the river You'd have to let me go even though no one ever taught me, how to swim up stream I could just go with flow and meet you in a barrel of laughs somewhere below
You speak you speak soft and low you got a way with words I'll never tire and somewhere, in the middle of the night you love soft and slow I'll never tire of your sneaky smile I'll meet you in a barrel of laughs below If you ever lose your way well I'll meet you in the corner of the supermarket and carry home I'll carry you home
