I want the sound of the subway singing

In the station, ears still ringing

From the show last night

I want the sound of a morning greeting

From a stranger I see daily

My old friend

I want to feel the ease of the

Middle-of-the-day walk through the park with you

Hand in hand

I want to feel the grass on my feet

Feel the sweat roll down my cheek

Feel the heat

I want the smell of bourbon on my lips

At a crowded bar, beneath the stars

Dancing

I want the smell of your skin, salty

Breathing it in

I want to see the moon from the rooftop

Full as the day was

I want a full world

A real world, a real world

A real show, a real friend

Real heat, real salt, real skin

The real stars, the real moon, a real day