Moving Fast

Christmas songs blared out of the radio

The windows down wind blowin' through

Sittin' next to me she said "let's go;

"There's nothin' 'round here I want to do"

"Can't this thing go any faster

I can't wait to leave this place behind.

Change the station.  What a disaster!

I'm done with tryin' to be kind"

The road's not straight but boy is it long

Sometimes there's now way of fixin' what's wrong

And movin' fast without looking back

Sometimes feels not only best, but the only tack

We picked up speed, wind blowin' her hair

She rocked to the rhythm, feelin' the beat

What a beauty! I wanted here right there

Bobbin' her head, keepin' time with her feet

"What do you got to take me out of here?

I just need a break for a little while"

She reached in back and grabbed a beer

And then another and another mile after mile

The road's not straight but boy is it long

Sometimes there's now way of fixin' what's  wrong

And movin' fast without looking back

Sometimes feels not only best, but the only tack

Her wildness was enticing

Her disregard seemed cool

Her carelessness felt exciting

Her impudence the truth

She screamed, "I just want to be heard 

It's my life, I get to choose"

As Janis sang, "Freedom's just another word 

for nothing left to loose"

The road's not straight and often ends fast

Sometimes there's no way of escapin' your past

And movin' fast with your eyes shut tight

Sometimes feels not only best, but exquisitely right

December 2014