Breath
Do you know where the river may lead on the other, other side?
Everyone is always telling me to act my age,
but I ain't no sage,
cuz life's the rage
and I'm writing a new page
so take my hand
while we explore a new land
where we may
burn rubber in Pompeii
or fry ice in L.A.,
make tuna cookies on an Alaskan submarine,
or dress up really pretty for a Jamaican country Queen.
I don't give a Damn.
Just hold my Hand.
Let's fly off this shithole,
Into a brand new
NEVERLAND