I watch the clock and am waiting anxiously.
My bag was packed days too early and still
I shuffle and reshuffle my belongings,
only one suitcase but it seems like far too much stuff.
I want to be free and unencumbered and
flee in the night with only what I can carry and
this town has always been too small for me.
I am ready to leave as soon as I arrive
and I want to see the world.
When he arrives I am out the door and
not knowing where we’re going is part of the fun.
The big diesel truck eats the miles like candy
and I don’t look back,
the only things that matter are what I see ahead of me.
I roll my window down all the way and the wind
hits my face and I smile because I feel free,
maybe for the first time ever.
I lean back in my seat and let the wind carry me along.