I get lost in the hours escaping on the road
Carrying more weight than what should be towed
Doing all I can to escape my own abode
Drifting and changing every channel that is showed
But you are still in every episode
And it’s really made my mind explode
Maybe you could give me a lighter lode?
I’m certain you have the antidote?
This feels totally out of my control
So maybe before I mispoke
I’d gladly pay you whatever is owed
Can you just ring me on the telephone?
You already know my area code
I’m ready to adjust to any mode
© Delia Ross. 2019