Go
Go got to go
But these days drag on ever so slow
I am taking a plane west
Running is what i do best
I need to find my place
My place a new place
Well goodbye east coast
You are the one i will miss most
Who knows what west will bring
New faces new everything
I am 42 in some days
The last 20 years are a haze
Is the west right for me
Is any place right for me
They say home is where you make it
Well i have been playing along
And i have been faking
Well im so tired been running so long
I have forgotten what im running from
Thats right its you
You you know who
You turn my life inside out up and down
And i start running as soon as i hit the ground
poem by GJC boyle
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