"A tree house, a free house,
A secret you and me house,
A high up in the leafy branches
Cozy as can be house.

A street house, a neat house,
Be sure and wipe your feet house
Is not my kind of house at all-
Let's go live in a tree house."
 
--Shel Silverstein

Don't forget the pictures in our minds, on the floor at the station, we could care less what people thought. The only two in a sea of blur at the turn in another year with you, here in my arms.
 
Pizza and pasta with the band playing Sinatra, nothing else can never compete. Like a two piece puzzle, they don't even come close, with you, here in my arms.
 
We travel the world. Pampas from Brazil and brats from Belgium. There are so many more places to discover, and I wouldn't wanna do it with another.
 
--The Camel Song, Clara C

I regret to tell you that this is where it all ends.

"As I finish this song, I have one request; that you, be in my arms."
 
--Camel Song (Clara C)