i never wanted to go home || there was nothing there for me | i’ve been on all kinds of highways for so long | i’ve been sleep walking - wake me up ||| the wanderlust will carry your song… i was bound to leave.

there’s a place up ahead and i’m goin, just as fast as my feet can fly. come away, come away if you’re goin, leave the sinkin ship behind. come on the risin wind, we’re goin up around the bend. bring a song and a smile for the banjo, better get while the gettin’s good. hitch a ride to the end of the highway, where the neons turn to wood. there’s a place up ahead and i’m goin, come along, come along with me.

you got a fast car and i want a ticket to go anywhere. maybe we make a deal, maybe together we can get somewhere. any place is better, starting from zero, got nothing to lose. maybe we’ll make something, but me-myself-i’ve got nothing to prove.

being free, being me, lost in the light

my dream car (if it were turquoise)…. so rad.