I, whilst you slept, was awake and watching the sunrise,
I, felt you next to me, what are you dreaming about?
Where am I going?
I cannot see where I came from.

You, do all your talking, with your eyes and your smile,
You, put your hand in mine, I am happy if just for awhile,
Where am I going?
I cannot see where you came from.

We, our energies expended, find these sheets our home,
We, connect physically, you know my arms are there to sleep on.
Where am I going?
I cannot see where we came from.

I, while you’re staring, ponder what this is about,
I, as you touch me, feel too lucky to continue,
Where am I going?
I cannot see where I came from.

You, dark eyed lady, with your recondite words and thoughts,
You, dark haired beauty, entrance me without effort,
Where am I going?
I cannot see where I came from.

We, while we speak, are always reaching out,
We, on our travels, have no given path to follow,
Where am I going?
I cannot see where we came from.