“I’m going where the sun keeps shining, through the pouring rain;
Going where the weather suits my clothes;
Banking off of the North East wind, sailing on summer breeze,
And skipping over the ocean like a stone”—
“I’m sorry, but I’m just thinking of the right words to say.
I know they don’t sound the way I planned them to be.
And if I had to walk the world, that make you fall for me,
I promise you, I promise you I will.”—