Our Worlds are ferociously colliding,
They are trying to be one.
Different thoughts through our minds are sliding.
With you it is never boring, it is always fun.
Sometimes I feel that something’s missing,
Maybe, my friend, it is you
And every time I hear my heart hissing
I know it is missing something too.
In endless moments of frustration,
In dark days of my nation,
I am calm for no reason,
Is it you or is it treason?
I do not know what to say,
Because the answer I do not hold,
But to you I will be on my way,
When Kansas is overwhelmed by cold.