My mother is angry
And the roads are packed
Everyone trying to get
Every where else.
I can hear her telling me that there are a thousand more boys just like
That the gas I am wasting is just like
All the time I keep spending on you.
But with each mile marker you get more and more real. Just being under the same wave of clouds as you is enough to make me okay.
I want to tell her that just because another one
same hair as you
Does not mean that he will show me the stars
And talk about music like it is
his one true love
That I would not walk ten miles
for a person that just had the
same hair as you when his
smile did not hold the world for me.