Sitting on the side of a dusty road
smoke pouring from the car and nowhere to go
drunk on rum and trying to be cool
shoulda stayed put they’re tellin me
what can I do i’ve been brought to my knees
mud in my eye
what do you see
ever been stranded
then you know how it feels
my flight is grounded
time to kick off my heels
propping up the bar in smoky jo’s
feeling alone cause nobody knows
the road i’ve travelled
or where it goes
it’s time for me to glow
feel the breeze like marilyn monroe
let’s go from limbo
into free fall
(thinker thinks what the prover proves
dancer speaks with her eloquent moves
and grooves I choose to not be troubled.)