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.

Somewhere out there
Under the ocean
Up in the air
Over that hill
Among the trees
Something is calling
Calling to me

Its a bird singing its song
Its the wind in the grass
Its the frog in the pond

Its everything I'm not
And everything I want to be
Its everything I've got
And its everything I need

Its where the birds fly
Its where the fish swim
Its more than just getting by