If I miss another exit
And I just keep driving north
Will I make a clean escape?
Will my spirit leave my body?
If I find out that the memory box
I kept so many years
Is simply full of trash
And I remember almost
Nothing
Of the good years
Of the people and the places I call home
Is there hope for me?
I have a friend who’s like my brother
He lives near where I work
Just around the block
And I barely ever call him
I went so see him there
Just the other day
And I told him I was fine
But my voice just kept on
Breaking
And I wondered
If he noticed, if he wanted to say something?
If there’s hope for him
I used to talk to Sasha
She’s been homeless half her life
But I haven’t seen her much
Since she told me come this winter
She’d be skipping town
Cause her health was getting worse
And the one thing that she wanted
Was to go home and see her
Daughter
In Romania
She has grandkids and a nephew that she’s never met
And I hope for her
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