Sometimes you just have to get away and you can’t…
Where will it take me?
This one tank of gas –
Somewhere with sunshine
Breezes and green grass?
I want to go there –
Feel sand under toes,
Shade under boardwalk;
My name no one knows.
Will it take me there?
To this place of dreams?
I am living in
A prison it seems.
I need to get there
Feel freedom at last
Live life free and clear
Like the ocean vast.
My desire is there,
Want becoming need.
Is it doable?
Can I beg or plead?
Now, can I get there?
Oh, I’m at a low –
On my knees I beg,
The answer is no.
So I can’t get there
Even if I last
On what I have here –
This one tank of gas.
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