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Road to Nowhere

I miss the days
When I was impressed
By nail polish from the dollar store
And a double dutch date to the cinema
When there was nowhere to go
Nothing to do, in particular
Except take bus route blue
Get off at random stops
And explore the dullness of suburbia
Because everything was exciting and new
Everything shiny, borrowed and blue
Even on a road to nowhere
En slow route to a somewhere
That existed only in a sad fantasy
We said, we would never bend
To the wills of 'the man'
We said we would eat coconuts
All day under palm trees
We would be different
We would be famous
Even though all we had
Was some allowance in our pockets
And a failed driver's test score
But oh was it romantic
To hop on a bus to nowhere
With the rain pattering on the windows
Or is it just miguided nostalgia?
Because I am so glad that, now
I am able to drive somewhere
Anywhere
Everywhere
Home


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