I played the self-help tape
While I drove to Gainsvile
Nothing really mattered
But the pill
You said there was love in my eye
But I can’t see it now
As I gaze across the hood’s
Glist’ning bow
You slept beside me soft
I look across your hair
To the memories that had
Kept me there
But now I’m leaving
Now I’m going
Now I’m bending
And am flowing
Running outward
Running faster
Cross the field
While alabaster
Lines on the road
Mark my lonely path
As I flee the calming
And the wrath
The wrath of God
The wrath of father
And all the others I won’t bother
To recall
There’s an airplane
And it will have me
As I go crossing that
Shining sea
And I am alone in
A new land new tongue
Where no American from Maryland
Has sung
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