Runaway Home

She had fallen like a leaf into dark still water
Drifting through each night, nowhere bound

Yesterday there was sun for this brightest daughter
Again packing up her life and leaving town

Restarting fresh is where she’ll be
Upon the crack of dawn
A pounding road transfixing her
A calling from a past that moves her on

She knows what she knows
She’s free to go where she goes
This ought to work for me
She says this ought to work for me
This ought to work for me
This ought to work for me

Exit 19 left onto 160
An automatic pilot it switches on

The fragrant air of Elm Street
The park where she first kissed
Cicadas buzzing endlessly
Coming home it never felt like this

She knows what she knows
She’s free to go where she goes
This ought to work for me
She says this ought to work for

A simple twist unlatches the door
She’s standing there still unsure
This ought to work for me
This ought to work for me
This ought to work for me
This ought to work for me

John Andrew
July 2010