I realize I must observe this   That I just can't expect to know when   You're right, I tend to overthink these things   At one thought per second, I just made my first mistake      So the mighty back has broken   And sooner than you might have thought then   I just want to settle down some   Not alot, just enough so I'm cozy and warm      It's too soon, yes I've observed this   When distance is a complication of choice   But every second of my travel to you   Is worth the time it takes, just to hear your voice      Far far away, will you stay, will you stay?      For once can't things just fall in place for me   Why must this intuitive sense invent   I'm trying not to parse your prose to death   When instinct wants to tell me half of what you meant      Far far away, will you stay, will you stay   If only just the weekend?