Viaje - Jason Webley

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