She takes my hand but I don't understand where we're going Are we almost there Are we all I stumble backwards I trip over past word not knowing Was she really there Was she real These are the words she tells him, he tells her I just remembered that my ride is waiting I take her hand I still don't understand what I'm after We'll just see what's there We'll just see She stumbles backwards She trips over my words and laughter Was I really there Was I real These are the words of the boy of the girl I just remembered that my ride is waiting