who wants to go someplace someplace far far away from where i am you are who wishes to take up the stakes and powder and take up outer we could go now no waiting we should leave like yesterday evening who wants to leave with me
i see cars pass each one newer and cleaner then before i see everything in reverse and backwards do the crazy rear-to-side view mirror dance i see a mother holding the hand of her child the look in her eyes hopelessness regret maybe i see teens walking in packs like wolves if they only knew how much i and you hate them i see a large man riding a bicycle his weight suspended magically soaked in sweat as spastic as he peddles uphill i see a sign that tells me slow children are playing in the street always in the street always chasing something i see my home will soon cease to be my home
there is one hell of a sour taste in my mouth may be the margarita mix may be the swordfish may be why i am not welcome at my own house may be the exit calling may be not flying but falling may be I need to get out of the south
do not let fools get to you the ones you see watching you the ones who's hatred boils behind the compliment they paid you what do they know of your thoughts your smile your true beauty they see you how they want to see you I say be yourself people will not like you anyway
the coast the calling coast east west both have the most to boast the waves my audience applauding and roaring endlessly roaring the sand between my toes and fingers creeping up the back of my neck hot warm cold as i slide my feet deeper in the salty air smells to me of freshness of bliss of decay of wasted hours not wasted if wasted