• You’ve found the cure
    So it would seem.
    Your heart shaped hole is filled with gold.

    You intrigue me so,
    So let’s go walk.
    Amoung train tracks we’ll talk.

    We’ll talk about our dreams,
    And the world at large.
    Where we want to go,
    And the beauty of stars.

    The breeze is cool
    The sun is bright
    Our train track walk
    Streches into the night.

    At the end of the track
    We look up and see
    A single golden star
    Smiling down on you and me.