The K stayed Folded

[Verse 1] We spread our blanket where the path bends west, Your red kite folded by your side. You asked me what i wanted most Before i learned to measure time. I pointed past the carousel, Where orange leaves were turning gold; I said, “to see you choose your own way, And still have stories left to tell.” [Pre-Chorus] You leaned close, serious as a judge, Then grinned and stole the biggest pear. I found the words i’d never planned: A good life leaves some room to dare. [Chorus] So dream your dream out loud, my girl, Let it take the long way round. I’ll be there to cheer the first small step, And when you shake the whole world down. The years will turn like these bright leaves, But one thing won’t be changing: see— Whatever road you choose to roam, You’ll always have a place with me. [Verse 2] You said you might build bridges high, Or teach the sea to hold its breath; You’d paint the planets different shades And give the moon a little depth. I told you once i wanted flight, To chase the dawn beyond the shore; Then life made other plans for me— And gave me something i dreamed more. [Pre-Chorus] You studied me, then squeezed my hand, As if you’d solved a secret there. The afternoon went soft and gold; Your future seemed to fill the air. [Chorus] So dream your dream out loud, my girl, Let it take the long way round. I’ll be there to cheer the first small step, And when you shake the whole world down. The years will turn like these bright leaves, But one thing won’t be changing: see— Whatever road you choose to roam, You’ll always have a place with me. [Bridge] One day you’ll find a different hill, A wider sky, a faster train. I hope you keep that fearless grin When plans come loose and change again. And if the map should lose its lines, Remember what i told you here: A dream can start with just a question And someone glad to hear. [Final chorus] So dream your dream out loud, my girl, Let it take the long way round. I’ll be there to cheer the first small step, And when you shake the whole world down. The years will turn like these bright leaves, And every season carries me: Whatever road you choose to roam, You’ll always have a place with me. [Outro] The kite stayed folded; we stayed talking, While the park turned copper in the sun.