I want to climb out of my bed,
Walk out of my room
Out of my apartment, onto the street
To grab a taxi to take me to the airport
To get on a plane that’s flying at top speed
To a country full of strangers
Where I’ll get out on the tarmac
Walk through the airport, take a bus
Run through the streets
Up strange stairs, through a strange door
Into a strangers apartment,
A strangers room, a strangers bed
And find myself a stranger.
Saturday, November 17, 2007
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