[Intro] December took her overseas, A suitcase, wings, and promises. Then April dropped a Telegram: A birthday wrapped in exclamation marks. [Verse 1] “Happy anniversary! And guess what! I’m already eighteen!” Sylvia counted every day Like a clock beneath my skin. Greca said, “You made a vow.” Paolo said, “You know the score.” I thought I’d slipped the leash somehow— She was waiting at the door. [Pre-Chorus] Barcelona, hotel morning, School year finished, suitcase calling. I said, “We’ll find a place to start.” She said, “You’re late. I’ve had a plan.” [Chorus] You can cross an ocean, change the view, Make a hundred clever plans to do, But a promise keeps its own address, And Sylvia’s standing at the desk. London, New York, Riohacha-bound, Still her footsteps follow every town. I thought I was the one who knew the way— She had been counting down the days. [Verse 2] University of London, Open doors and polished floors, Victoria Ospina led us through The future waiting past the doors. PE student, Australian sound, A question left politely unasked. Sylvia caught her private code— I couldn’t keep up with the cast. [Verse 3] “She’s Colombian,” Sylvia said. Victoria turned, “Which part?” “Bogotá,” I answered, then She told us where her parents met. Her family still lived there, Her Spanish limped; mine limped too. Our Sardinian friend just laughed— At least the playing field was true. [Chorus] You can cross an ocean, change the view, Make a hundred clever plans to do, But a promise keeps its own address, And Sylvia’s standing at the desk. London, New York, Riohacha-bound, Still her footsteps follow every town. I thought I was the one who knew the way— She had been counting down the days. [Bridge] [Sylvia] You like her, don’t you? [Narrator] A pretty face, a charming smile, Nothing I had weighed in quite a while. Then the question followed me to dinner, Sat beside my plate, and made me thinner. [Victoria] We traded numbers, traded names, A little spark beneath the frames. [Narrator] “Just a formality,” I said, Then checked the phone beside the bed. [Ensemble] Message by message, line by line, Almost flirting, never quite. A door left open, a tilted sign— Who knew a maybe could feel like mine? [Final Chorus] You can cross an ocean, change the view, Make a hundred clever plans to do, But a promise keeps its own address, And Sylvia’s standing at the desk. Sydney waiting, Victoria’s town, Another flight, another countdown. I asked, she said yes without delay— Some stories travel where they may. [Outro] December flew, April replied, London opened up its doors wide. Barcelona, Sydney, every place— A reluctant guide, a growing chase. I thought I was the one who knew the way. She had been counting down the days.
