When you learn how to drive,
take me somewhere,
somewhere far from over the rainbow
where there's only two clouds in the sky
and where the grass isn't greener on the other side.

Take me where the trees are slanted,
almost blown away,
where the road splits in two
so you can go left
and i can go right
and when we reach the mountain
(the one that's not quite golden)
we will climb to the top and
jump back into that old blue car
you call a
"man's truck"
and you'll drive me back home
away from the two clouds
and the not fully deceased trees
and the forked dirt road
but to the city with the fake, straight trees
and the grey clouds
and the silver skyscrapers
you, in your "man's truck"
and me, in my "home"
both of us ignoring the fact that
your car is really just a blue piece of crap
and that my home is really just a golden mountain far from any rainbows.