I wish I could roam, take this country by storm. But I wouldn't stop there. I'd go across the seas. I wish I could fly, out across the water. Forget who I am, lose my identity, peice by peice with every mile, I'd loose who I am instead become someone who makes me smile. I wish I could see, see his face again. I know I'd break down, but we all need that now and again. They say crying is your only way to clense your soul, if that so he's given me the cleanest one of all. I wish I could roam. Just a few friends and no need for maps. We go so wind blown, and end up simply where we're at. I wish I could fly, spread my new found wings, take to the southern sky, and finally make sense of things. And most of all I wish I could see, my future outlined in front of me, so I'd know, that I'd see him again. Because if I never saw him again, there'd be no point, to roaming at all.