There's nothing to see, nothing to do,
Stuck in this room all day.
Wish I was home not feeling blue,
Is all I have to say.
Wasting away so far from home,
I really hate these walls.
I could walk towards Texas and just be gone,
And not sit here at all.
Brucie don't look at me that way,
Let's go walk in the wild.
I know that you don't want to stay,
Locked up like a child.
Soon enough we'll leave this place,
Go back where we belong.
Then they won't have to see my face,
from this room we'll be gone.
11/3/10 Alton Texas
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