she lives in a simple home
wanting everywhere to go
waking up countless times before
to some emptiness
following her mother's steps
barely knowing when to take a stand
led by fear of the new frontier
she'll stay back at home
where am I going?
should I leave a note?
what if I'm lonely?
will I find a home?
caught off guard by a strong fresh face
he offered to take her away
she gladly accepted and threw away
her last name
they took a train to cali
and found a friend she'd known before he
he with her and her with him
she felt free for once
where are we going?
I never left a note.
I doubt i'll be lonely.
we're out to find a home.
searched and found that perfect city
bright and green with love to give.
now
she lives off a street named lake
and never bothered to write home
she lives with him
sublime on their happy hunting ground
It's all she'd ever need.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very picture perfect, i like it alot. A really good story, I'd like to actually hear the song, i picture something dylanesque