August 22, 2009
I have no walls binding me
Except the walls of corn on every side of me
They're turning tan, the summer's waving goodbye
Only a short year from now I'll be stepping aside
To take on the world, or the world as I know it
I'll be jumping through hoops just to find my fit
I've got to break the mold of this old place
And find my own picture among the unfamiliar faces
Will I be back in time for the homecoming parade?
Or will it be forgotten in a place far far away?
So long leaves, so long familiar small town
So long little girl dreams that have grown so tall