I dropped a bag of grapes in the market because I thought I saw you in the next aisle
Sped up on my bike ride for a split second, swore you were just ahead
Every jeep that cruises by I see you in
and I
Remember you following me up dream canyon with that grin
You're hiding in the smile of that boy that keeps looking at me
And you're slung back in the posture of the fellow dancing in the front row
You were camping with me last weekend, I felt you and gasped
Thank you for visiting
I see you everywhere Ben, in everything
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