Making Sense of

Waiting alongside time
Thinking of you all the time
Making sense of your absence,
figuring out what might be the difference
Singing softly to myself:

If only we can play innocently just like before
No hidden intent, no hard feelings,
just free, nothing more

I wanna ride that wind again, around the world,
visiting never stay too long, and always return home
to you again

And you'll raise your arm,
and say "welcome home"