Viaje

She takes my hand, but I don’t understand where we’re going
Are we almost there, are we all?
I stumble backwards, I trip over passwords, not knowing
Was she really there, was she real?
These are the words she tells him, he tells her
I just remembered that my ride is waiting
I take her hand, I still don’t understand what I’m after
We’ll just see what’s there, we’ll just see
She stumbles backwards, she trips over my words and laughter
Was I really there, was I real?
These are the words of the boy, of the girl
I just remembered that my ride is waiting