Swim with the current...

Cutting through the woods...

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?

When the world is at its rest...