Two drifters off to see the world
Packing spontaneity in the carry on of our souls
While the other bags hold some clothes and a slew of chargers for our electronics
The spirit whisks us away
Sneaking in and sneaking out of this familiar place
Avoiding the hello and the goodbyes that inevitably will come
Can’t see one without seeing all
Saving all those visits for another time
Hoping to create a welcomed surprise
Crashing somebody else’s party and somebody else’s journey
We arrived to be met with tears of joy and a smile I rarely see on that face anymore
Glad we were welcomed as the car brought us closer to our destination
This could have been embarrassing if we had not been met with joy
FaceTime allowing us to perpetrate the big reveal
Walking through our familiar haunts and taking in the spirit of the season
In the playground that does it better than any other place I know
So we found that miracle we needed on 34th
Looking around for the muse that always inspires us to find words of happy
Getting on our feet to march toward the tree that lights a steady rock
Not doing much and yet doing it all with these errant travelers too
Drifters of folly themselves
In the place where the words I love are always followed by two letters
And on this trip for us they are followed solely by two names
So home we go as the surprise ends and reality sets in
Goodbye, until next time
The spirit has landed
Home awaits