Zigzagging

Tracy, let's go
Let's "finally see
what it means to be living"

Let's hit the hills
before the sun sees us,
or our drunk, nostalgic fathers

Don't worry, my girl
They are still looking the other way

I got enough gas
to make it to the next gas station

I know someone in the city
I'll take care of you, Tracy

The lights never turn off
in New York City,
where the music
makes everyone dance,
and there isn't space
for loneliness

"Maybe we'll make somethin'
Me, myself, I got nothing to prove"

I'll blast the best of Seger and Petty
You and me, we were never
meant for the backseat
of anywhere

My girl, Tracy,
you are going "to be someone,
be someone, be someone"

lifemusicfree verse

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