Fugitive

lost in a lullaby

side of the road

melt in a memory

slide in a solitude

not 'til i can read by the moon

am i going anywhere

not 'til i can read by the moon

i blow you a kiss

it should reach you tomorrow

as it flies from the other side of the world

from my room in my fugitive motel

somewhere in the dust bowl

it flies from the other side of the world