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Escape
I take a drive to the county line
Just to catch a glimpse of the future
The sun’s setting behind my plate glass window
But it’s just my eyes playing ticks on me
Only a little while longer
Then I can finally step over my border
The city surrounded by fields
Will only be a distant memory

I only wish I had some brass
Just to get in my last will
Do the few I’ve yet to do
And make these walls tell
The stories of the man
Who escaped this bronze town


Sunshine
I’d trade all my souls away,
to keep the sun hanging,
the dew soaking your soles.
Just for that moment,
that glance for the moon.
Slip on those glass slippers
And take a step down the tiled floor
I’ll see you in the morning,
When my spirits are flying high.


These are both pretty short, but they'll do.