Out here on my own,
Leaving soon to find,
A road of my own,
You are left behind
Riding on a bus,
Feeling,
feeling,
thrown
Finally,
I
See
.
.
.
us.
By land or sea or foam
Riding in that BIG damn car
My knees, up!
Asleep, on the seat
Seeing you for who you are
Takes a Slice of me that you should meet