Thursday, May 10, 2007

Nerina Pallot

In the back of a car on a road in the dark
In the stillicide, silently falling snow
I have packed everything that I own in a bag
And I’m driving, I’m driving to Idaho.
A poem for leaving, a reason to go
So I’m driving, I’m driving to Idaho

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