This soul wasn’t made for one space.
On the belly of a boat,
the wheels of a train
catch me on my run.
Take me somewhere where the city lights are bright
and the air is cool with no remorse.
a boat to England, maybe to Paris?
Take me somewhere where the food burns my throat
and the wine seduces my tongue,
Italy?, France maybe?
leave me where the sand is pink
and the sun bites my skin…
ticket to Hawaii, North of Cyprus perhaps?
take me to the town of happy people
with paper hearts and plastic smiles.
a spliff to Amsterdam don’t you think?
Take me somewhere where the life is cheap
and the night is fill with witty chatter
a place far from here,
somewhere that’s not home
Take me where angels go,
where my soul troubles float away
and beauty is surreal,
Take me somewhere, everywhere, anywhere but here.
Set me free, let me run.
this soul wasn’t made for one space.