Crush my last
Burnt cigarette out
Now the only the cold
cloud that comes out
Is my soft curling breath
But the trick is
I need that nic stick
To stay awake even though
I don’t even smoke
One month gone
And I come home
But before too long
I’m back on the road
I miss my friends
I miss my love
But staying put
Is never good enough

I may not be a wildcat
But I won’t break
Like that domesticated
Persian you had
I need to be free
To see the world
Even if I barely leave
Illinois’ highways and city streets

I miss my love
I miss my heart
You were the best
Or at least better part
Bleeding veins
Beating ventricle
Pumping pulse
That is musical
A pen, a pad
And a laptop to
To write this song
I sing for you
And even if
No one hears it
I’d still have to
Write this ****

I may not be a wildcat
But I won’t break
Like that domesticated
Persian you had
I need to be free
To see the world
Even if I barely leave
Illinois’ highways and city streets

A couple hundred mile
And I am wearing down
As I work security
In another town
My car is smoking
My car sounds funny
Chugs along with
A thud thud dud
Hope I make enough money
To fix my freedom ride up
I’ll see you all when I get home

I may not be a wildcat
But I won’t break
Like that domesticated
Persian you had
I need to be free
To see the world
Even if I barely leave
Illinois’ highways and city streets

Don’t you know
Even roaming hearts
Have to come home
To get some good sleep