laughed when we missed the exit
but we didn't look back; we'll drive
till the morning and call it freedom
can't you hear the trees whisper?
hair in our eyes and smiles on our lips
we'll catch the breeze, never forgetting
what we've lost and who we've become
(even though we're all just dying to try)
windows down, we'll speed past red lights and laugh at their baffled faces. we won't stop, no, we'll keep going until we find what we need, nestled somewhere in between the bleeding sun and the scent of gasoline in the summer.