Would you
would you carry me
with blistered feet?
How would I ever thank you?
and somewhere, in the middle of the river
You’d have to let me go
even though
no one ever taught me, how to swim up stream
I could just go with flow
and meet you in a barrel of laughs somewhere below

You speak
you speak soft and low
you got a way with words
I’ll never tire
and somewhere, in the middle of the night
you love soft and slow
I’ll never tire of your sneaky smile
I’ll meet you in a barrel of laughs below
If you ever lose your way
well I’ll meet you in the corner of the supermarket
and carry home
I’ll carry you home