What if I left?
Hit the road like the
Weary Traveler that I am?
Would anyone know I was gone, or would they only notice the
Work that has one less body to attend to it?

Like an addiction, I crave the
Back roads
New adventures
Memories created
Scenic views
Wonderous splendor
Strong breeze
Fresh air
If I swallow this drug one more time
(Just one more, I promise, this time I swear will be the last), then maybe I can find myself enough to
Stay.

So let's go, I need to feel alive.