Take your bag, get in the car, get in the car
And drive it
Somewhere quiet
Where you can sit at the wheel for a real short minute, smoking a cigarette
Cause it's time for it to leave you and you know it will go
It's long gone tucked under brush and scrub, overland, roadless
Slipping through fences
I know it to see it, I see it all the time
You felt small and free like a kid, cause now it don't care what you did
Or what you might do
You felt light, and somehow see through…
It's not love, it's not cause of love
It's not a blessing or a curse, I don't know what it is
But I know it to see it, and I know it when I don't see it
And I don't see it in you
