What if I go one hundred miles,
Just ran for days and more days,
Could I still call to chat for awhile?
Catch my breath in a summer's haze?
And if I should change the way that I look,
Speak in a different fashion for me,
Could we still get lost in a few books?
Sitting under the old oak tree.
If I go losing my keys at night,
And lost my way back home,
Would you still search with all your might?
So I don't have to be so… Continue