I wish I was lost on a beach of gold sand
Just mapless and hapless and wandering unplanned
With endless horizons of ocean and land
And two dreamy drifters alone hand in hand
I wish I was lost on a train to the sun
Just lazy and crazy and bursting with fun
With cliff-tops to climb and warnings to shun
And two rebel riders who’ve scarcely begun
I wish I was lost on a trail nowhere bound
Just blue skies and gull cries and shells on the ground
With wind songs and wave beats that echo around
And two lovers laughing in sync with the sound
— Wayne Visser