I thought I'd be traveling the world
At the age of 17
San Francisco, Manhattan, Colorado, Rome, France
Escaping my woes and living on dollar bills
and copper coins filling jars labeled
with the years I would travel
and the destinations I had in mind.
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I thought my hair would be long
and they'd call me Free Spirit
I'd experiment with drugs and people
and those Unknown wouldn't understand my life
talking and learning and breathing and loving
They'd say I was wasting it
A juvenile, a delinquent.
...
They'd question my age
But I'd laugh and I'd squeal
And spend my time with those who didn't care
I'd call that place home
Until they started to take an interest in me
The parties would start dwindling
I'd flee.
...
I'd point on the map
Roadtrip there for days
Buy food at twenty-four hour diners
with the coins from pocket-change
I'd live on coffee and cigarettes
And the waitresses would look concerned
ask if I want to call home
But would walk away after I said no.
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I thought I'd be a hopeless cause
Meandering the country, at least
I would be in a living dream
Reality would escape me
And I would escape it
In a broken down car and a trunk full of dirty clothes
...
I thought I'd go to a laundromat
Get advice from the drifters there
Who watch the machines spin for hours
until everyone leaves
and they can create beds out of chairs
The room warm from the dryers.
...
I'd thought I'd go to the coast
Drown my regrets in the sea
Where the wind carries the sand
and maybe carry me back home
...
But by then I'd be so dazzled
From the places I'd have been
I wouldn't remember the end, the start, where did I begin?
And then I'd be a truly hopeless wanderer
And my soul would be lost
But I'd open up another pack of cigarettes
Nowhere is the Where I belong.
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