some nights, when the air is cool
i think of grabbing my keys and a jacket
running to the car and hopping behind the wheel
turn the ignition and drive out west

drive through open roads and rice paddies
streetlights flashing through the windowpanes
wind whistling, whispering sweet nothings
no radio, just the engine and the road

end up in a place to start anew
a city where no one knows my name
where i can walk out my door
and become anyone i want to be

spend my days reading everything and nothing
fall in love with strangers i see across the bar
walk down romantic streets on my own
create a new life far from my past lives

out west, i'd disappear into the crowd
like wisps of cigarette smoke
lingering in the air for a second
before vanishing forever