walk me to barcelona

in autumn

when the weather proves to be too cool for one

and too lonely to stroll alone.

walk me somewhere near spain

and soon

and maybe then

i can find my way across the ocean.

come quickly,

walk me till my knees are weak from

dragging this weary soul across the shore.

walk me till i have no question

of who you are and who i am not.

walk me till we see the trees

and the seas are waving lovely goodbyes.

walk me till we never say goodbye

and then...

whisper me silent love songs

when our feet are too tired to carry on.

when we near where we are going,

dear,

tell me you love me.

read me every book you've read,

we'll part the reeds and find out way

and then

sing me the rest of the way

to spain.