30 Miles South

My wonderful sister Diana plays guitar and writes songs and sings and even posts her work on YouTube and, well, the girl can't help it. So, we're talking to each other tonight on our cell phones, and we're agreeing that anything can trigger a set of lyrics or a poem, and she said she asked her son #2 what he was doing and he answered that he was going somewhere "30 miles south." So now she and I have a little lyric writing contest to attend to.

And away we go...

30 MILES SOUTH
(this one is for Diana & Julian)

i woke up on the interstate
didn't make it home
didn't die and that's okay
another day to roam

i left my car in the parking lot
about two years ago
they must've towed it away by now
but i just don't know
i just don't know

my feet really fucking hurt
and my eyes keep falling out
i left my girl back in huntington
i'm going 30 miles south
i'm going 30 miles south
i'm going 30 miles south

the ocean is an acid wash
it burns off the pain
dive right into the magic glass
just like alice insane

ah, fuck it, i'm out of here
my words, my mouth
don't need no broken church
i'm going 30 miles south
i'm going 30 miles south
i'm going 30 miles south

(bridge)
no, no, no, it wasn't like that
we danced and swayed on the shore
happy little island junkies laughing here
all killed in the war
no, no, no, it wasn't like that
everybody having fun
everybody ride a big white horse
we're all carrying guns
we're all carrying guns

ah, fuck it, i'm out of here
my words, my mouth
you're going to a broken church
i'm going 30 miles south
i'm going 30 miles south
i'm going 30 miles south

i woke up on the interstate
didn't make it home
didn't die and that's okay
another day to roam

i left my car in the parking lot
about two years ago
they must've towed it away by now
but i just don't know
i just don't know

my feet really fucking hurt
and my eyes keep falling out
i left my girl back in huntington
i'm going 30 miles south
i'm going 30 miles south
i'm going 30 miles south

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