roadtrip
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Don't you just feel trapped inside the house but at the same time you're not, you are free?
Irritated with everyone around, I need to go on the run forever.
Another new place;
Another new road.
Another new school;
Another new home.
Each move just the last.
Pack up your clothes;
Pack up your shoes.
Pack up your books;
From sandblast windows out I spy
a flock of gulls in flight
and I yearn to coast the ocean,
on a charter, strong and light.
Sail o'er the deepest trenches
With a map of stars at night.
Ever since I was a little girl I was never afraid of going somewhere new; I enjoyed a change in scenery,
I'm a true Southern girl who ran in the street barefoot and didn't mind a bit of greenery,
It’s past midnight, and at that, past my bed time.
I watch as dad helps my mother load the boxes,
Into her royal blue Volkswagen.
It’s drizzling yet no one seems to care
The thought of a slippery road never seemed