| [the poet] the road trip |
| I'm the kind of girl who drives her car alone Through the night speeding across the one-way zone Express Is the way I go Avoiding fine tickets with my feminine show |
| Then late one night I vaguely recall In the midst of the desert, stood this boy "I'm heading ahead," I think he said As I was going that way I said 'Okay.' "Why don't u get in my car?" Cause I'm not the kind of girl To have left him stranded there. |
| So on this impromptu road trip The boy talked to me, Surprisingly. Hitting the right frequency. He spoke of worlds He dreamt up lives Painting vibrant shades to subjects I formerly thought dull I let him blast my stereo Heard him tune to stations I never knew Was there before |
| Days turn to nights Nights turn to morns As soon as I was fond of him The boy was soon to be gone "So Goodbye it is," we said with dread. The boy and I We went our separate ways. |
| So off, I cruise these roads again But solo and slow now rule my days In the horizon I begin to see The scenery The possibilities Clearly before me All the tunes That we used to know, Constantly played on my radio They took a deeper meaning And I found myself humming |
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| I know, I may not see that boy again Alas, I forgot to even thank him. For letting me hear and letting me see Prior to which nothing touch me. If he's reading this, I want him to know, This girl Could not have asked For a better road companion, Than the boy With his remarkable passion. |
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| written by sherina zain. 6 june 2001.copyright. all rights reserved. Inspired by the delectable Frank, who manages to change me in one night ;) |
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| painting vibrant shades : mewarnai |
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