There's sugar at the back of my throat
and secrets on the tip of my tongue
and god - can't you just see us?
windows down,
wild hair,
smiles rivaling the sunlight.
Someplace in California,
some winding mountain road
leading us somewhere better than here.
We both deserve somewhere
better than here,
don't we?
We'll get it someday, darling.
Somewhere far from here
with the promises of the universe
laid out for the choosing.
We're on our way home. We're on our way home.
We're going home.
