1000 Miles From Home

Never thought that late night coffee alone
in some hotel room 1000 miles away
would be so enjoyable.
I kinda like the vagabond life
spending life in a suitcase
seeing everything
never seeing enough.
She said don’t be gone for long
but I want to be gone
for good.

I do believe we all
have a place to land.
I think we all need somebody
sometimes.
Then there are the nights
when I’m perfectly content
without the human touch.  
Might be bitter
like a red enflamed candle
melting away in the dark.  
Might be a gypsy
like a star in a polluted sky
searching for a way out
there’s got to something...
 
and I do think
we all have a list
of things we’ve never done.
Mine just got shorter.
I’m standing across the country
1000 miles from home
alone,
more alive than I’ve felt
in so long, leave me astounded
where street lights flicker
over that coffee shop downtown.  
Pouring rain caught me before
I could catch the bus.  
I was fine being the only one
not running for cover
not searching for an umbrella.
I don’t always need the shelter.
 
Sometimes life is just about
dancing in the rain.
 
It’s messed up but I’ll be
back on mother’s doorstep before long.
Miss her a little more when night comes
living by the rock and roll
grace of some strange eclipse.  
Everyone knows I can barely stand that town.  
I still believe I’m not meant to be there
now that I know for sure
there’s more waiting for me
more out here
than ever dreamed
I've drank from that bottle,
tried that cigarette,
almost fallen in love,
none of those add up to
how strange places I've never seen
make me feel
and still I’m dreaming
 
sometimes life is nothing more
than musings from a hotel room
1000 miles from home.  
I just like to believe in some things...