There's always a way
to do it differently
and come home
Not in your mind, but
running, on the wind
on electricity, or kerosene
I dream you towards me

You come in hiking boots
by bike, on a sled
or from liane to liane
You cross the mountains
the seas, and all borders
to come to me
to be with me

I dream you towards me
on skis, a surfboard
a magic carpet
or in a basket
under a big pink balloon
There's always a way
but you should do it soon