I am far, I am close,
That’s just how the story goes,
A hum in my heart, a song in my hair,
Whistling takes me everywhere.
Muddy puddles on the road,
Fiery dragons trapped below,
Whistling a tune to take me far,
The flash of a vanilla yellow car.
Following the lemon snail,
I head home on a whistling trail,
Dancing on a thunderstorm,
My feet know where my heart belongs.