We blunder down the roadways
We blunder into lakes
We blunder down lost paths
Not even bears would take
We blunder on the freeway
We blunder into parks
Lose our way, a thousand times
And always miss the mark
With all my endless blundering
Still confidant, you know:
No matter lost, how many times-
To you, I'll always go.
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