On My Way Down There
I love looking at their shoes, their luggage
the cover of the book, magazine they are
reading. I wonder what CD is in their player.
I wonder if they are happy they are going, happy
they are leaving or sad they are going; sad they are leaving.
Maybe they don't know.
I love this part
this in between
neither
here nor there
Your body anyways.
Are our minds always in two places?
Well, here I sit in my pumpkin pie, turtleneck, cable, cotton sweater,
my ankle length, boot cut, wish they were vintage jeans.
Glad the Pumas were only 15.
Here I am sad, my friends I leave back at home
All that is in the direction I am going is a job,
an apartment, and school which my mind isn't really into.
And a crush, but they are easy to find.
They always leave you sore.
So, what is there?
Maybe I should be leaving, maybe I should be going
Boredom can't always drive me away
Although, yes, I hope it does.
I am never fond of stale
are you?
Why not fresh, with a longer expiration.
Anyway, I do hope I find a conclusion or shall I say a solution
my soul is really starting to wear.
Lights, camera, action, sounds good to me
I'll take New York City, Boston, LA, DC.
Oh yeah forgot about that currency
So, I look at their shoes
wish I was in them
Maybe I would be wearing some ideas, some knowledge, some fun.
So, I say, I don't know if I am doing so much down there
In Towson, Maryland, right outside of Baltimore
not a city I really care for.
I'll take New York City, Boston, LA, DC
Maybe I should explore the streets
Find something new
I really don't know,
I just write
I just think
I just head on down there to Towson, Maryland
right outside of Baltimore,
In my pumpkin pie, turtleneck, cable, cotton sweater and my
ankle length, boot cut, wish they were vintage jeans glad
the Pumas were only 15.
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