Posted on August 21, 2018 at 2:17 pm

I know a room in Memphis, Tennessee
With our names written over the bed.
There is a rose in southern Italy
Growing right in the spot where you once laid
your head.
I have a picture from Mexico
Of a hammock built for two
And there’s you and me and a caravan of angels
Following us close behind.
There goes you and me and a caravan of angels
Any way the road will wind.
Maybe we’ll find the wine has turned,
The fireworks are gone –
There’s still you and me
And the caravan we’re leading on.
In Illinois, I’m told that there’s a ghost
In the house where I first made you cry.
And there’s a phone, just minutes from the coast,
Where you don’t know I heard you tell me a lie.
Right at Columbus and 81st,
There’s a challenge we came through…
And there’s you and me and a caravan of angels
Harmonizing every note.
Observe you and me and a caravan of angels,
Making sure we stay afloat.
And if we wrote a thousand lines
But couldn’t find the song,
There’s still you and me and the caravan to
sing along.
There on the freeway, there on the plane,
There on the playground slide,
Crowding around us, forming a border
Two whole lifetimes wide.
I wrote some words on a Hallmark card
That I wasn’t sure were true,
Until you and me and a caravan of angels
Trusting how the river flows.
There goes you and me and a caravan of angels –
How they found us, nobody knows!
And only those who see this well
Can tell how love is blind.
‘Cause there’s you and me and the summer and the sea
And the big red sun and the tall oak tree
And the people that we call a family:
There’s just you and me and the caravan that
we defined.

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