Let's go. Anywhere.
The wind calls my name. It whispers directions.
No clear destination, just a way to get there.
If you stay, I might see you soon.
Or you could come, pack a bag, and we're off towards the moon.
There's nothing better than flying past the sky, the grass, and the sea
When you've gone just far enough, to know that you're free.
We could leave today, what's holding you back?
I think I'll leave soon without looking back.
If you were to say you'd come, I 'd wait a minute for you.
We'd leave without a fuss, no rush, or mess.
And discard all of the things of which we are through.
Either way I'm leaving today,
Unless you give me the word, and for a minute we'll stay.
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