Even when I'm with you I'm wandering, not wondering.
Not that wandering isn't wondering why.
I'm not wandering to places where you don't go
Just wandering to places you don't yet know.
For in a life as long and varied as this
You often find places you can't believe exist.
And as I wander and wonder what places you know
I want to takes you to marvels i just have to show.
So don't wonder why I wander when I'm here in your arms
I'm just wondering how to wander with you past the stars
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