posted August 12, 2004 03:47 PM         

They'd been searching for something
Only they never knew
When he met her
It was like
A thousand bubbles floating in the air

'Don't go, not now.'
said he,
'Stay with me.'

'I'm leaving soon.'
said she,
'It's my destiny.'

The guitarist always played the weird cords
In the early hours of the morning
While others gathered nearby,
lit a fire
and as if they all ascended to the sky

Was it the right place,
where they truly belonged?
Sooner or later
The party would be over
When they were all gone

One by one, they left
Only he and she remained
The wanderer had to resume his journey
But she had changed her plan

'Don't go, not now.'
said she,
'Stay with me.'

'I'm leaving soon.'
said he,
'It's my destiny.'

'I'm destined to wander alone
for the rest of my life.
You're better off without me,
I cannot offer you happiness.'

One morning, she awoke
and realised he was gone
Instead of crying, she knew
That she had to move on, too

The place seemed deserted
But soon, people would fill it
Another flock of wanderers
And maybe another story