if i could find a way

to up and leave,

pack my pretty things,

drag along my six string,

and fly away from here,

nobody would ever see my face again.

if i could escape,

get out of this town,

start over and start

making a life for only myself,

i'd make it so no one,

not even the reflection in my rearview,

could recognize the wild one

taking unknown roads by storm.

if i could disappear

and become what no one could ever find,

i would fade away into the shadows

without a second glance