Maybe one day we’ll get up,
Pack our bags and leave.
Get on a hopeless search
For things in which no one believes.
We’ll search for places where hope lives,
The sunsets and the purple skies,
We will drive way past midnight,
We’ll learn the taste of time.
We’ll travel to less known towns
Eat cheap food in street side stalls,
Sleep in dingy, musty motels,
Graffiti over walls.
And when the roads start looking familiar,
The cafe barista remembers our name,
We’ll get our stuff and leave once more,
And in their minds a muddy legend remains.
We’ll be nameless in every town,
That we pass through out,
Just a smile and a fiery story
That know one’s quite sure about.