.Long Ride Home.

Since I was alone:

I pretended the bus home was actually a limo.

"Where to Miss? Straight home?"

"No, Chaaaarles, take the scenic route, I feel like a drive today"

The Wooden Sky's playing. You can't listen to the Wooden Sky and ride in a limo.



So now I'm on a Greyhound bus. It's sometime in the 50's.
I was engaged ,rather I am engaged to a man I don't love. I barely know him.
I'm heading east bound, to Nova Scotia. I just packed up and left town, I don't think my Mother even knows I've left yet. I'm going to find Jesse, my sweet Jesse. I hope he remembers me. I can't forget him.
It's almost too hot in here. Stuffy really.
I wonder if he'll be happy to see me. I'm so scared he won't be. I've never seen the ocean. I wonder if it's really takes salty, like they say it does.

[Dead Disco kicks in.]


Limo again.
I'm a fucking rock star. The limo was surrounded by people, plastering their bodies against the windows, trying to get closer to us, trying to touch me, hold onto something more than themselves for a second. Fans, what the fuck do they know about anything? Buy my record, buy my love. I'm the hottest thing since fucking Jesus, you can't buy that.
The days and nights are one giant kaleidoscope of a moment. The parties are always "so hard" as Max would say. They're hard and boring despite the coke and jack.
I fucked him, I fucked her, I fucked your mom and she liked it. Who cares though? Really? I could fuck you with a pole and you'd thank me afterwards. I'm high on stage, just high and it's the only part of all this shit that matters. It's worth it for that. In that I am a God.

[Panic at the disco? Ugh, shuffle shuffle. January Wedding]


Greyhound again. I'm always riding around on these darn things. Most days I don't mind but I can't sit still today.
Pretty little amber ring, I never thought I'd have one.
He slipped it on my finger the night before we left on tour.
He went on ahead today,something 'bout Milly's bacon sandwiches. South Carolina is so pretty this time of year so I stayed an extra night hoping to feel some inspiration from the land, ya know, get some work done without the distraction.
Silly girl, how'd I know that I'd miss him so? I'm all jittery, come on bus man, giv'er a little lead on the pedal!
I'm going to be his forever, not the bus man, my man, I'm going to be his woman and he's going to be my man forever.
I always knew in my heart that there'd never be anyone but him-but somethin' 'bout him askin' me:
" Baby, can I be yours forever?" makes me feel all shiny, inside and out.
It makes all of this seem so much more, well, better, ya know?