Travelers

((A poem written for my friend on her 19th birthday))

You're a southern bell

Just slightly out of tune.

A real fish out of water,

A cup of coffee in the late afternoon.

There's nothing wrong with us,

Never has been before.

We've got traveler's souls

And a world to explore.

We'll take the westward train,

We're one-way, high speed bound.

We're doin' 80 on the highway with the windows down,

And there's no turning back now.

These days we're fine.

These days we're on the run.

Believe me, I know.

These days what's due will come.

You're far from home,

What brought you here?

To this dump of a city,

A place that only knows fear.

We'll catch the westward train,

We're one way, high-speed bound.

We're doin' 80 on the highway with the windows down,

And there's no turning back now.

You're the one who told me

That the stars here don't shine too bright.

So let's go see what a real night looks like,

So show me your homeland's right.

We'll catch the westward train,

We're one way, high-speed bound.

We're doin' 80 on the highway with the windows down,

And there's no turning back now.