Young Mister everything has its place

Everything, has it's place
it is certain to me now
wild and arranged
we're built the same, purposely somehow.
Every word, in the world
could join hands and sing
and still fall short if ever
capturing.
And sure as the rain goes through the henge
stars with the moon
and just like the ocean pairs well with the sand
I go with you.
I go with you
I go with you
Simple rhymes, my valentine
now and until
science prevails the atmospheres fills
and the earth is frozen still
Everything has it's place
it is certain to me now
wild and arranged
we were built the same, purposely how
and sure as the rain goes through the henge
starts with the moon
and just like the ocean pairs well with the sand
I go with you.
I go with you
I go with you
I go with you
I go with you