Viaje

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 past word 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