A verse from a Melissa Etheridge song has been playing over and over in my mind this week on the bus coming in to work. The idea of traveling out of town with someone is exponentially appealing. Would I be the driver, or the woman sleeping? Or am I both?
Come on baby. Let's get out of this town.
I got a full tank of gas with the top rolled down.
There's a chill in my bones.
I don't want to be left alone.
So, baby, you can sleep while I drive.
Ill pack my bag and load up my guitar [...]
I got some money I saved.
Enough to get underway,
And, baby, you can sleep while I drive.
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