"The credits traverse signifying the end, but I missed the best part. Can we please go back to the start?"
"I’m having trouble seeing
I’m punch drunk and I need to find a way back home
It’d be a miracle if you’d oblige"
"On the road, my thumb is out
I’m hitchin home tonight I am without a name
Where was it that I lived?"
by now you would think that I would be up
but my bed sheets shade the heat of choices I’ve made.
And what did I find?"