Seaweed

Would you prefer a stone

That I chose for you?

That lay on a beach

Was just a sea of stone

Wasn't meant for you

Jumped into my eyes

Choice of millions

Would you prefer a stone

From your window?

It walks through the streets

Feeling young and tense

They said he had this all in mind for you

'Cos it's so much strain

Choice of only a few

Would you prefer a look

That was contrived?

Or a look that says how I really keep with you?

I have no plans in my mind

Just kind of go

Go with you

Would you prefer a hello or a goodbye?

My mind is something I don't know

The truth, why should I lie?

Just kind of go

Go with you