Strap your boots on tight,
close your eyes and we'll drive,
through the night.

Hold my hand to help me understand,
that when we get where we're going,
we won't need friends.

So why don't we get out of this place,
they say home is where the heart is,
somewhere we can't create space.
Doesn't matter where we are,
as long as I'm with you.
But I'm leaning towards the Northwest,
where the skies are never blue.

We'll never have to look for shade,
and our feelings will never fade.

Every evening wrapped in wool,
intertwined from head to toe.


Head to Toe

WHARVES