It's pretty much going to happen.
Addie and I are scrambling to back-up my music should something happen...my soul won't be lost to the depths of the road. It uh, pretty much blows. Especially with shitty programs. I've got a couple hours left till I hit the road...but nothing seems out of ordinary. I half expect to be here the same time tomorrow in this here city I've traipsed around in for the past couple of years. I'll probably be in the middle of nowhere hitting a moose or something.
I'll look over at Paul 8 or 9 hours into the trip and love him with his sedated whale snoring.
I'll be happy to see Daniel.
I'll enjoy going through Virginia.
I'll barely sleep a wink knowing I've got some undiscovered Regina waiting for me.
I'll be sure to stop for donuts and Borden chocolate milk in Tennessee.
We'll pull over and sing 'Landslide' (the fleetwood version, thanks) against the back passenger door before driving into my newness.
I'll look over at Paul 8 or 9 hours into the trip and love him with his sedated whale snoring.
I'll be happy to see Daniel.
I'll enjoy going through Virginia.
I'll barely sleep a wink knowing I've got some undiscovered Regina waiting for me.
I'll be sure to stop for donuts and Borden chocolate milk in Tennessee.
We'll pull over and sing 'Landslide' (the fleetwood version, thanks) against the back passenger door before driving into my newness.