So I came to this land a stranger in my own mind, amongst 10 million strong just like me
A people of an arid nation dry and open to change and lured by the fine crevices of green opportunity
And neither obsessive compulsive nor manic depressive re-diagnosed bipolar schizo literate
Could capture a more stunning recount than this
And I met a lively girl, not in the cliché way
But in English class, that neither one of us wanted to be in
Science and writing I think was the name
And again, neither one of us wanted to be there
But we met, and fell into that giving stairwell
And we began this voyage called love
And we were beside ourselves, playing show and tell
With only our stories to guide us in the dark
