I could be another human being
I want another way of seeing
Giddy-up is all I hear in my echo chamber ringing
Wonder if I'd be as good considering the bags that I'd be bringing
How will I dream when I am older
Will I just be a little colder
Will I still be afraid of cars and paperwork that I am missing
I wonder if I'd be as fun considering the bags that I'd be bringing
Nowhere to go
No one to see
No one will come find me
Nowhere to run
I can not drive
Thank god that I'm alive
