I'll see you in all of the places
I suppose
In both the tough and simple spaces
I know
I expect every mile
And mountain
Each roadside diner
And map dot 
Holds
The possibility and the not 
Of you
The pedestal and the truth
Of you
Had I the insight
To the strength of your tarnish
Would I have walked life
Alone
I can't know
Would that you'd see me
In all of the places
I've touched, but I know
You'll choose the not