I want to hear raindrops falling down on an old tin roof.
I want to find a front porch rail and prop up my travelling boots.
See your silhouette in that firelight,
feel your body lying next to mine,
spend a few days together alone
and just lay low.
I want to end up nowhere on a map,
a little cabin sitting so far back
out in the country
just the moon and stars.
Are we going to know where we are?
