Roam Baby Roam Poem by sara winters

All the midnight callings
'round my shoe, 'round my shoe
all the midnight callings
from me to you, from me to you

take this land I hold in my hand
let's travel far and roam baby roam
I got my hand in this jar
and you can have what's mine

roam baby roam
let's roam tonight
roam baby roam
in my arms tonight

leftover pasta just won't do
it's time for liquid madness
over boiled craziness
half baked mental craze

here we go again!
we're roaming free
going absolutely crazy!

roam baby roam
I got you and you got me
roam baby roam
we gonna be free
we gonna be free