We can talk about the unpredictable weather,
About the clear blue sky where pristine white clouds run,
About the windy days blowing a lone feather,
About the unbearable heat coming from the sun.
We can talk about the place we are at,
About its history of how it came to be,
About the man with a cane and black hat,
About the children under a running spree.
We can talk about the silly things,
About the cat that can’t get down from a tree.
About the dog tangled in strings,
About the storm that came after you sing.
We can talk about anything, about books and movies,
About games and music, about news and stories,
There’s so much I want to say, about you, about me,
And we can talk about anything, anything but you and me.