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Pack Up the Moon

24 · Feb · 2000

My roommate and I are preparing to move out of my house on 19th Street to temporary quarters for our last month in Oklahoma. In 28 years, I've moved approximately 20 times in my life. The last few moves, as well as this time, it's been my choice to leave. You would think it gets easier.

But I'm not a person with a hard heart. I'm a person who believes that real friends do last forever, even if the frequency of contact changes. And I believe that one must hunt their dreams down with all the vigor of a piranha.

As Laurie and I were packing one night this week, I had one of those moments where I began remembering all the good times in my house. While pushing back tears I told her that this was going to be really hard to leave. She said "We're facing our demons here." I said, "Well, I need a bigger sword."

Complaint

Here's my 23rd address change
Pack up the moon I'm starting over
Yeah I've been here before
Leaving comes too soon
And always makes me sober
I know what you are thinking
"It's got to have an effect on a child"
Put your finger on the word
"Is it worse than neglect?
Is she wild?"

I'm hearin' your complaint
(lay it down on the table)
I see your opinion
(point a finger if you're able)
I never said I was a saint
(see the map on my face)
But I'm not chasin' fairytales
(and I won't wear that label)

If you never understood broken dreams
or Rocketman
you don't get me
I walk this line because I can
because I'm free
Running isn't running
if you've got somewhere to go
and a plan
Nashville is Music City
It's not Vegas or LA with a tan.

penny rene'

Posted by Penny Rene at February 24, 2000 04:05 PM

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