Let's run away, in a beaten up, old clunker, with nothing but a box of Cheez-its, and a collection of albums from The Beatles.
Let's take every face we meet, and paint them onto every street corner, stealing sweet peaches ,and juicy oranges from each vendor along the way.
Let's take the ash others have put in our mouths, and dip our fingers in the black, streaking lines on our faces like warpaint.
Let's live this crazy, beautiful life, that you and I have spun out of frowns and false eyelashes, and have turned into something worthwhile,
Because we'll be the ones they write about in novels on best seller's lists We'll be the ones who create their own world, because they were too good for the one already in place,
And you and I will be the ones to look back on our lives, even with blood-stained palms touching, and laugh how none of them mattered