We'll take the train and go, like a snake on hot granite, winding our way to a place where idleness is the goal.
We'll tuck between the hills and skate over the flats, as we escape these busy days.
Lets go, our destination will be known by the teapot that's always warm.
Goes: "we have gone and won't be back so soon" and it said: "cant we just forget about everything and everyone for at least one week?"
I'd love to stay amidst the smell of wet cedar avoiding things like getting old and letting go.
Growing up and getting old I fear will cut my time so short with this pretty girl:sitting with this girl could be so short, so I'm stay here, waiting to get up.
