When the sun comes up tomorrow
I could run away
Change my name
And seek fortune and fame
I could call my boss from the plane
“Screw you, sucker, ” I’d exclaim
As I flew off out of frame
With a jet-fuel trail refrain
With a jet-fuel trail refrain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ahh, so much sorrow in one word, 'could'.