I wish you were the wind
Which is now playing with my hair..

I wish you were the cloudy sky
That has hidden the moon for me tonight..

For a while..

I wish you were these traffic lights
That are making my cheeks red..

I wish you were these streets I see
They seem to be talking to me..

Non-stop..

Of their dreams
Of what they dreamt 
As I listen 

dreamily

Resting my head
On the upper deck
Of this bus
Which is taking me
600 kms away 
From you

But thanks 
to the wind and the sky
and the streets and the lights
You are always with me 
In one form or another 

And I spend 
Each of these nightly encounters
In hope that they'll spill 
Into one morn or another 

When I wake up to realize
That it was really you 
Who'd spoilt my hair last night
And not the wind..

And not the wind..