Texty: Paul Weller. 22 Dreams. Where'er Ye Go'.

And where'er ye go
That, we'll never know
But as long as you come back
That's all that really matters

And where'er ye go
As surely you will
Take him with you most of all
I hold breath and imagine

But that's who you are
And we have to accept
I either live with it
Or live without you

So where'er ye go
Then come ye back
As each time you do
You bring with ya such stories
That we lose our sadness
Because our echoes are forgotten
And you never forget
You just lose track of time
That's alright
That's really alright

For we couldn't bear to be without you