i want roadtrips
and spilt cherry coke
i think of blurred roads
and missing home
i want to be out of sight,not out of mind
while i mentally read every road sign
sleepless and living the dream
sunglasses at night(can't see me)
living off music and "notgoodforme" foods
writing back with-will be home soon
running away on a map
smiling.
while knowing.
i'm coming back.

(if only i could be on tour and play for people who never knew my name.then again,i never knew theirs.)