Thursday, August 28, 2014





Once Upon Another Time by Sara Bareilles

Once upon another time
Somebody's hands who felt like mine
Turned a key and took a drive
I was free
I recall the sun sank low
Oakley on the radio
Cigarette was burning slow
So breathe

Just yellow lines, and tire marks
And sun-kissed skin and handle bars
And where I stood, was where I was
To be

No enemies to call my own
No porch light on to pull me home
And where I was is beautiful
Because I was free

Once upon another time
Before I knew which life was mine
Before I left the child behind, me
I saw myself in summer nights
And stars lit up like candle lights
I made my wish but mostly, I believed
In yellow lines and tire marks
sun-kissed skin and handle bars
And where I stood, was where I was
To be

Once upon another time
Decided nothing good in dying
So I would just keep on driving
Because I was free


 

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