You have provided cadence to the wanderer alone suffice the drama
inside we hide from a high healed mess but I must clearly confess
a soul in twilight to walk its New York mile yet to know all the great while
my mind is clear now yet at times it was getting lost in a twisted storm
they gave us a cup of coffee

as we traveled past their deeper humility
a life of true care free
believe in the impossible and you will eventually see
setting out making sweet history
a sip or two and its complete
time evokes love
long walk in the park
trying to catch that frisbee out of reach

then there's the beach
a lavish display down by the bay
gone are the days we used to frolic in a haze
today we are as mice stuck in a maze
through a variation in a dream voices scream
a great call for a little bit more
to bask in the vast expanse between time & space
we shall ever live a lasting trace
while we stay in our Peyton Place
now I further rest my case