One and two sail ahead.

One is a lonely number in a crowded space.
Two is a taste for something better, something bigger than ourselves. That crowded place turned to a warm embrace no matter where you fell. Sell your soul for a wishing well, be wary traveler two is the largest hell.
Thee sail for the sea.
A fifth of jack in your nap sack and your name in your head.
Let's go on an adventure.
That's what she said.

So jack and me spoke in the treehouse.
I would carry him kicking and screaming.
I really have to say.
That day the bottle was gleaming.

So we set sail with our tails in our chests and our thoughts in our heads and the boat going backwards I'd say we're better off Ted.

We sailed to the isles, we sailed for the bay.
It was all our idea, we got away.
Then the waves of uncertainty hit.
No whit was good enough nor any mountain low.
And low and behold, I saw a river fold.
Playing cards with nature, playing uker with the wind.
The cold set in, the burning nights.
I said everything will be alright.
Then the white came.
The wind stopped.
The ball dropped.
The alcohol not working.

We were cold bitter and tired.
The end.
Was lurking.

The end.