That thing which girls do with their hair...

Fingers swirling golden locks,
Eyes they wander,
Heart it stops.

A Lonely Planet guide for the heart...

We travel, we move,
We get on our way.
We walk on in silence,
With nothing to say.

Those lonesome sojourns,
Through places we pass,
We may fall in love,
But it's not meant to last.

I wonder if someone,
Will pull me aside,
"Wait for me, stranger!
I'll join on your ride."

Then we'll travel, we'll move,
We'll get on our way.
We'll walk on together,
With joy every day!