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