Supermarket

Would you
Would you carry me
With blistered feet?
How would I ever thank you?
And somewhere, in the middle of the river
You'd have to let me go
Even though
No one ever taught me, how to swim up stream
I could just go with flow
And meet you in a barrel of laughs somewhere below

You speak
You speak soft and low
You got a way with words
I'll never tire
And somewhere, in the middle of the night
You love soft and slow
I'll never tire of your sneaky smile
I'll meet you in a barrel of laughs below
If you ever lose your way
Well I'll meet you in the corner of the supermarket
And carry home
I'll carry you home