I-80 - Squirrel Flower

So I gave up poetry and read west on I-80

The birds were watching from above

As I flew onto

And gave it all up and gave up on love

I tried to be my best to you

I tried my hardest

But I couldn’t even doubt I had to keep goin'

The summer slipped in slow as I burned to

And from that fire found somethin' new

Turn away, fly away

Turn away, fly away

Fly away, fly away