Many are the carefree moments;
Many, too the troubled times —
Hearts still working often wander,
Longing for more temperate climes

Feels like we’re not meant to settle —
In, or on, or anywhere —
Hearts still working sometimes falter
Climbing toward some other air

But — the heart can have its wisdom,
Knowing luck may come but once,
Can keep body-mind together —
Keep us from destructive stunts

Many, I said, were the moments,
But I’m not sure that is true:
Really, what we have is fragile,
Time and life do what they do —

So, I’ll say it this way that way:
After all we have been through,
There’s nobody else I’m wanting,
There is no one else

But you