The Prophecy
We've walked these city streets
Together you and I.
In wind, in rain, in sun, in snow,
It never mattered where we went
As long as there was still somewhere to go.
It seemed to me our bodies knew
That we were made to walk together.
Our footsteps marched along in rhyme,
Through all the changes of the weather.
Your arms always seem to know
I'd reach for you, they'd reach for me,
I think it must have been a prophecy
Of days to come and things to be.