New Strings Poem by Andrea Smith

I bet this rode will take me out of here.
Take me far away form Amorillo.
'Bet this car will go real fast,
The wheels might even drive me passed,
Places, you said I'd never go.

Texas sky's the biggest one I've seen,
But it still aint' big enough for you and me.
All the things that make you mad,
And all the package in your past,
Don't leave much room for a girl like me to be,
So I'll fill 'er up with hopes and worn out dreams.

I'll grab the wheel and point it west,
Pack the good and leave the rest
And drive until I find the missing piece.
You said I wouldn't get too far,
On a tank of gas and an empty heart,
But I've got every thing I'll ever need.
I got this old guitar and a brand new set of strings.