I could go anywhere cuz
I'm all about what America's all about:
her mountains, us people, and even her laws.
But when summer ends we'll have to go south.

Home, home is the same.
You drink, you smoke, you lust, you graze.
Leave the Northwest to those who smoke less.
What did we really leave there?
Objects in the mirror seem prettier than here.

My long-, long-, longlost lovers,
you all left this town, its haunts n' romps,
its sunspots and treecover to me,
and look at all the rocks I've found!

It's a lot of time
for so young to spend wisely,
but far to old to while.
If I waste it, it'll **** me.
And the dreams where fears live in,
and the women in them tell you,
"Don't stay."

At a good ole Rock & Roll show,
making sweet eyes at
some singer cat‒
her expression and attitude
is something I'd like to talk to.
Taking mean eyes from
some guitarist boyfriend.
Had I the gall to fight a man and his all,
maybe couldn't maybe can,
rake his all and take his woman.
Still too broke too have her like I'd hope.

This is why we're here, right,
to get away from the wives?
Gone fishing, out living!
Come back home to make my killing.

I could go anywhere cuz
I'm all about getting the hell out
of this downtown for motown and my life abroad.
When next summer comes I'll be gone,
Friends, with or without you along.

the days are getting longer or shorter
the distinction is no longer clear
not when my time ticks on moments of you
as though i were an untried schoolgirl
on the cusp of adventure
a precipice of folly and recklessness
or the tattered bridge of my vows
and yet i forge on downwards
chasing a light only i can see
flickering in the bowels of my longlost dreams
perhaps there is a road at the end
wide enough to carry us
until then it's only my tail i'm chasing