Run away with me,
where the wind will take us--
beyond fences and familiar roads,
past the questions we never answered.
Let the trees watch us go,
let the sky forget our names.

No destination,
only direction.
We'll carry silence like a compass,
and laughter like a lantern.
If we grow tired,
we'll rest where the wild things sleep,
where time forgets to follow.

Gome now--
before morning remembers us.