Together, the word "future" is irrelevant

{I wrote this for Maggie <3}

if you feel like an adventure
i'd suggest you come with me
we could sleep out in the countryside
and bath in the morning dew
walking down a lonely road with my guitar on my back
and your hand in mine
if heaven and hell decide that it's time to collect their dues
we'll hide out under a tree
until God sends all his angels after us
and play hide and seek

if i ever decide to go back and finish school
you can tell me about your day
and i'll sing you a song about mine
with our worn-out clothes in a worn-down house
and my pick striking rusty strings
i'll try to tell you just how i feel
and maybe strike a chord from deep inside your soul
and we can play out a song of how it's supposed to be

you
& me