If it doesn’t fit in my satchel, then, it’s no good
what’s the use of owning things
if you can’t carry them with you.

Stalking each other slowly,
ready to pounce at the slightest sign.
Not so sober, the moonllight on our shoulders, and our toes buried in the sand.

Enjoying the sunset in this hammock, swinging like the waves;
the wind sweeping heat from my skin with its gentle breath.
Our lazy conversation, the drinks in our hands;
when everything’s perfect then you realize it can’t possibly last.

Tell me everything ’bout yourself,
let’s not wait for a time that might never come.
Heal me from all the time I’ve been lonely,
give me something that I can put in a song.

You said “we can buy a toothbrush and you don’t need pijamas anyway, so, baby, let’s go…
I know that memory will hurt in that sweet and silly way,
when I look back at us.

Stalking each other slowly,
ready to pounce at the slightest sign.
Not so sober, the moonllight on our shoulders,
and our toes buried in the sand.

Tell me everything ’bout yourself,
let’s not wait for a time that might never come.
Heal me from all the time I’ve been lonely,
give me something that I can put in a song.

“Backpacker’s Song” (2009) Lyrics by Elena Marco Oliver. Music by Blue Aliens’ Club.