I aspire
to be a photograph
locked in a camera
tucked in a backpack
part of a load
on a steep mountain road
in some far-away land
holding a hand
reading a sign
in a language we don't understand

She makes me laugh
and tells me to be positive
when craziness is all around
and all my world is crashing down
I'm positive
and when everything's wrong
she'll swear before long
it'll be okay
well, okay
I'll see it your way

I aspire
to meet a marmoset
a picture of taste
with a monkey-man face
I could never forget
watching us kissing
and knowing he's missing
a hell of a time
your time and mine
meanwhile I sit
and I wait for the stars to align
for our time

for our time.