I could study your mind like a globe for hours,
but where in that mind of yours is tonight?
I could read your face like an atlas all night,
but where in those pretty eyes of yours is October?
The months float by like sailboats
and you'll miss the sunset if you look straight ahead.
Don't you think that the moon looks the best from the shore?
And maybe we could sit in the sand and wave to the boats as they float by