I yearn to move,
move towards the road
which I pray will save me.
I never saw a light
like those that speed towards me
from the other side of those great, yellow lines.

Pull from the essence of Dean Moriarty
and move, move, move!
I find myself stuck in the mud
of this broken town and wish the flood would come again.
The flood that could whisk me away,
and I would wake up on my back
anywhere in the world
ready to take on life
in a fistfight.