On the Road

I need to go. Like today - to somewhere, to anywhere. Every bit of me is shaking and I wanna go dancing out into that great night and damned be everything else. Damned be school and Damned be life and Damned be the woefully complex technology sucking IT from everyone. Let's all get naked and run in the streets and make love under a veranda and point out the direction with our thumbs for a change and leave everything behind us; let the others clean it up and let it all fade away slowly behind the horizon into the backs of our minds with the setting sun while we claim the night for madness and liberty and then give it all away for free anyways because who needs anything?

I wanna go into the nearest bar and tell a lonely looking girl in the corner to come run away with me and she would, wouldn't you? Crazy eyes and and ethereal energy - contagious craziness. Let's go to the places everyone's forgotten about and then we'll make them remember and everyone will all follow after us and we'll have to just fly further ahead of them all and tic tac back and forth across the continent like a pair of old traveling Hobos from the golden age of freedom. We can go wandering to the tops of the mountains and taste the sky and dance in nature and make the trees and the outdoors and the stars and the universe our home while we swim in the scent of pine needles and fly from peak to peak with the wind in our hair and the moon at our side.