You drove home
For the first time in three weeks today
Where is home?
I'm not so sure I’m so sure these days

Well I'm sure to come
And visit you someday
There's no telephone
That does justice to all the things I have to say

And all the songs that we could play
Together when we’re face to face
A billion years could surely not erase

The smell of your
Deodorant and how it blends with sweat
Or a tiny car
Delivering our darling quartet

To a distant destination with all it's life
Yeah, I danced under the Milky Way last night