Walt Whitman Lyrics

Oh wouldn't you like to go

To Times Square with me?

Oh wouldn't you like to go

To Times Square with me?

Advertisements, flashing lights

Sweaty tourists walking side by side

Clogged-up sidewalk selfie night

And your hand in mine

Everything'd be fine

Oh wouldn't you like to go

To the Kumbh Mela with me?

Oh wouldn't you like to go

To the Kumbh Mela with me?

There'd be 50 million people there

Sadhus with long beards and hair

Bathing pilgrims everywhere

And it's just us two

I'd finally be alone with you

One night's not long

Wild naked Summer night

Where do I belong?

How do I live life right?

Should I just run away

Dye my hair and change my name

Or should I just

Keep on being polite?

Oh wouldn't you like to go

To Carnival with me?

Oh wouldn't you like to go

To Carnival with me?

Samba thongs and massive floats

Vuvuzelas' honking notes

Fireworks and colored smoke

I'm sure you'd have a lot to say

Maybe we'll get there someday

Oh maybe you'd like to come

To the Badlands with me?

Oh maybe you'd like to come

To the Badlands with me?

Heatwave ripple, salty crust

Spires of rock in cream and rust

They'd track our footprints in the dust

And then they'd find

Your bones all piled up with mine

One night's not long

Wild naked Summer night

Where do I belong?

How do I live life right?

Should I just run away

Dye my hair and change my name

Or should I just

Keep on being polite?

Oh wouldn't you like to go

To the Kumbh Mela with me?