on my way home

home? Well, not that one, not yet

it’s cold, this road is, and I feel alone

but I’ve got you in the back of my mind

so I know it’s only a matter of time

before I’m in your arms again

riding in your Volkswagen

we can go anywhere, we can go everywhere

gas doesn’t matter

there’s no place I’d rather be

than with you, in this dimension

within this galaxy, on this planet

on this continent, in this country

in this finite moment

of infinite destiny

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