Grand Marais

I need to be someone else or I'm going to explode... I watch the gentle rain wash the blood off the road... I'm in desperate need of a scenery change... I feel alone, isolated, lost, and strange... Perhaps I need a trip up to Grand Marais... I check my balance... Yeah, maybe someday... I have a screaming urge to get out of here... Either deep underground or the stratosphere... I don't care that much where I go... I could sleep in the car or in a chateau... All I know is that I can't take much more... For this mundane repetition, I truly deplore...