Seaweed

Would you prefer a stone That I chose for you? That lay on a beach Was just a sea of stone Wasn't meant for you Jumped into my eyes Choice of millions Would you prefer a stone From your window? It walks through the streets Feeling young and tense They said he had this all in mind for you 'Cos it's so much strain Choice of only a few Would you prefer a look That was contrived? Or a look that says how I really keep with you? I have no plans in my mind Just kind of go Go with you Would you prefer a hello or a goodbye? My mind is something I don't know The truth, why should I lie? Just kind of go Go with you