Hey sister, sister here’s what we should do.

When we get older, just me and you.

We’ll go traveling.

You know you’re the one I would choose.

We’ll go in the rain and make Paris by spring.

The Louvre and the Seine we will see.

The art in the streets,

The poets, the lovers. The Left Bank just you and me.

Post cards from Venice. They’ll know where we are.

Madrid and old Napoli.

We’ll drink too much wine in Palermo

And eat pasta in gold Tuscany.

Kiss our grown children and leave them to fate.

Pay all our bills. Who cares if they’re late?

And go traveling.

I’m free for the next twenty years.

Summer in Greece in a house by the sea.

You know we’ll find paradise there.

Growing lazy and brown playing guitars

With the wind and the sand in our hair.

What would you say to the Sphinx if you could?

We can sail down the Nile on a barge.

We can climb to the top of Mount Kilamanjaro

And sleep under African stars.

Leave the old men with their fish and their cars.

Go for a year and follow the stars.

Let’s go traveling.

I’m not sure they’ll notice we’ve gone.

Winter will find us down Mexico way.

Sending notes saying see you all soon.

Should we drive to the hills in an old rented car,

Drink tequila, and howl at the moon?

And when we return from our year in the world

They’ll be waiting for us at the gate.

We’ll come bringing presents and wearing perfume

That we bought in that shop in Kuwait.

Hey sister, sister here’s what we should do.

When we get older, just me and you.

We’ll go traveling.

You know you’re the one I would choose.