Across the years, across the map, we wandered, Robin and I, chasing sunlight and stories— footprints carried by salt wind, hearts tuned to whatever music the world was playing. [Verse 1] In the Caribbean, the mornings came soft, blue water humming against the sand like a lullaby that never quite ended. San Juan wrapped us in color— bright walls, warm hands, drums that made the streets breathe. Curaçao shimmered in pastels, each building a smile, each evening a slow dance. Acapulco gave us sunsets that refused to be forgotten, gold poured thick across the horizon. The Virgin Islands felt like an exhale— clear water, kind strangers, laughter drifting over the tide. [Chorus] Across the years, across the map, we wandered, Robin and I, chasing sunlight and stories— footprints carried by salt wind, hearts tuned to whatever music the world was playing. [Bridge] Every journey was a new flavor— spice drifting from smoky street stalls [Verse 2] Then the long roads called us homeward and onward. Across the US, across Canada, miles unspooled under our wheels while diners and mountain passes stitched the country together. We learned places by their people and their food— a joke told over coffee, a song on a porch, a meal shared with someone who felt like a friend before they even said their name. [Verse3] Every journey was a new flavor— spice drifting from smoky street stalls, fresh catch on a pier, sweet things shared under unfamiliar stars. And through it all: Robin and I, gathering moments like postcards, letting the world carve its music into us, returning with pockets full of laughter, and a map forever marked by us together by everywhere we loved. [Bridge] Every journey was a new flavor— spice drifting from smoky street stalls [Chorus] Across the years, across the map, we wandered, Robin and I, chasing sunlight and stories— footprints carried by salt wind, hearts tuned to whatever music the world was playing. Hearts tuned to whatever music the world was playing.
