I-80

I tried to be lyrical, but lyrics failed me So I gave up poetry and ran west on I-80. The birds were watching from above As I flew on, too And gave it all up And gave up on love. I tried to be my best to you I tried my hardest But I couldn't keep it down I had to keep going. The summer slipped in slow As I burned too And from that fire Found something new. Turn away, Fly away. Turn away, Fly away. Fly away. Fly away.