The Room

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