All I know is, I don’t want to be stuck in this state
Clocks racing backwards
Wouldn’t it be great to put our middle fingers high
Leave without caring goodbyes
No more so called friends absent never close
No more feelings of being trapped
New places where we haven’t been seen yet
Far from this area filled with questions, main course regret.
I imagine days that may or may not happen
All strangers new places to eat
Finally able to write and be paid, feeling very high although there’s always work to do
Done with asking for rides from people who don’t really care
Our own stuff and quiet atmosphere honey we’ll make our home there
Studying layers under what we’re told, helping others come forth
Growing marijuana someplace it’s legal so we can sit on our porch and laugh.
All I know is I’m tired of being broke and stranded
Breakthrough, yeah it needs to come
So we can be somewhere away from these relatives, their lies negative
Let’s find a home away from drama.
Maybe tonight I’ll hit all five numbers
Powerball or secret gift
Once it clears we’ll drive away and rebuild
Watch our kingdom come in
Hard work will still be necessary, but it’s better than eating sardines feeling hurt and weary
So tired of these tears.