Boy meets girl, they travel the world
They wanna stay together and be free as a bird
The only thing stopping 'em is a piece of paper
Can't cross borders without visa status
The boy was a traveller, most of his life
And he couldn't sit still in a box, so trite
Since his family took him around at all costs
The map in his head much bigger than most
Something you can't share in a class, of course
He had to find a nest for himself and earn a source
Of income that helped him to stay nomadic
A gypsy if you will the norm is dramatic
No shortage of romantic tales to tell
At a fireplace reminiscin' goin' through hell
And back just to find his own paradise
Maybe a paradox but oh well, worth the fight
'Cause he found a mate in a girl opposite of him
She only knew of cities illustrated in film
The two became an item and talked about places
He swore to show her 'round to a hundred faces
Back pack, duffle bag, instead of suitcases
Bought tix for amazing races
Snapback, straw hat, shoes without laces
Took flicks, breathtaking spaces
So the couple made stacks of albums
And wanted to continue so the natural outcome
Would be to live together but now how come
They need to get papers for a country to allow them
Y'all already know how the story goes
Wake up from a dream better set some goals
Although, they had to choose their separate ways
With a promise to reunite the couple spent days
Workin' and at nightshifts, staying in touch
Missed each other much like a limp without a crutch
The girl shy, but blossomed like a butterfly
Out of a cocoon, her talents multiplied
Language was a barrier, only for a brief
Moment 'cause she knew a superior belief, yo
A new way to live life to the fullest
The color of a sunny sky is the truest
Everything is a canvas, a media
Mixed on untamed walls, graffiti art
Whatever she could get her hands on turned to gold
Whenever she envisioned rocked letters in bold
One day she bought a ticket out the pocket
Hopped on a plane with an empty closet
But when she finally landed, cruelty
The immigration officer started to grill her
For not memorizing a fixed address,
Or the itinerary of the flight back
"Yes, but my ride's waiting at the gate"
But the flag was raised so she was whisked away,
You say
The officer took her passport, found nothing wrong
But the intense questioning went on and on
"You're not a native, so why are you here,
How do you make a living, and who are your peers?
So you have a partner huh, what does he do?
Oh now you shed a tear, well what does that prove?
You're clearly agitated, must be hiding something"
That's when the girl looked up and started snapping
"Is there a manual, for the things you ask
Out of thousands of foreigners who might pass
You might indeed catch a real criminal or two
But you interrogate innocent people too,
And you truly wanna know, the reason I'm crying
My god you make it sound like, love is a crime
And if so, call me guilty for wanting to be
With the one and only that could ever satisfy me"
His expression didn't change at all,
As the breaker to his heart remained closed at best
But what he did next spoke louder than his previous words
He let the poor girl leave the tedious
Environment, free to walk out to the real world
In a town where everyone's still worried
How to live a life, fifteen minutes up,
Vicariously through your own lens, 'sup