She came from Braintree, not your Essex cliché
No fake tan, no drama, just wanderlust in her way
Met her on the road, under Central skies
Didn’t know then, but I saw forever in her eyes
Years rolled on, she flew back to me
With a backpack and a dream through Latin mystery
From Peru to Bolivia, down the Salkantay trail
Me outta shape, but love never fails
Oh Kirsty, you’re my compass and my calm
From Roatán dives to punk rock arms
On a Vespa in Rome, or downhill on bikes
We’re chasing the world, living wild, loving right
She loves steak, Bolivia said “you’re home”
In Uyuni we danced through a salt crystal dome
Colombia rocked loud, with guitars and the crowd
And Poland taught her pictures, she’s making me proud
Wakeboards in Guatemala, snowboards in the UK
She can’t take a lift with the board, but damn she slays
I play my punk chords, nerd out with some games
And when Pako eats the couch, she still whispers his name
There’s Celia too, and beers on the porch
Magic cards laid out, fancy food as a torch
We’ve built a soft place in this rough ol’ world
A safe space of laughter, for this boy and his girl
Oh Kirsty, you’re my compass and my calm
From Roatán dives to punk rock arms
On a Vespa in Rome, or downhill on bikes
We’re chasing the world, living wild, loving right
So here’s to our mess, to every sunset and scar
To being nerds, being kind, being who we are
Through borders and mountains, we always come through
Choko and Kirsty — just me and you.
