Called to GO

I got that letter the other day accepting me and saying I’m good to go.

So I’ll pack up my belongings, pack away the memories, we’ve contributed too.

Because, I think I’ll take that opportunity, think I’ll start that journey.

Been wondering if I should tell you, what I’m feeling so.

Been wondering how you feel about me and about us.

Going to get in my car, roll down those dusty windows.

I know it will be hard but, I’m going to turn my back to this place, to you, if I have too.

I’ll be gone like yesterdays sunshine.

Hair whipping in my face.

Wind blowing through my ears.

Time rolling underneath my wheels.

I got to get away, away from this place.

I got to take that chance, got to take that risk.

Got to go somewhere, going to be somebody.

So, I’m going to go. Yeah, I’m going to go…

Will you cry, will there be tears in your eyes?

Will you miss me, will you kiss me, goodbye?

Will you shout to me, will you scream for me?

Were you planning on yelling my way, honey?

Honey, Please, Don’t GO! I need you, so much, it kills me inside.

So what’ll it be…be, be?

 You going to follow me or just let me go…

I’ll take you with me if you want too, go.

Grab my hand; take the seat next to me.

Hair whipping in my face.

Wind blowing through my ears.

Time rolling underneath my wheels.

I got to get away, away from this place.

I got to take that chance, got to take that risk.

Got to go somewhere, going to be somebody.

So, I’m going to go. Yeah, I’m going to go…

As I drive away, my heart starts to fluster.

You didn’t show up to my going away parade.

Don’t you like me, like I liked you?

Maybe it could have been love.

Maybe it could have been something real for once.

I guess things change and you never wanted me the same way.

I won’t be seeing you around, so goodbye, I wave.

Hair whipping in my face.

Wind blowing through my ears.

Time rolling underneath my wheels.

I got to get away, away from this place.

I got to take that chance, got to take that risk.

Got to go somewhere, going to be somebody.

So, I’m going to go. Yeah, I’m going to go…

Guess it’s time to say so long, I take one last look around for you.

Hey is that you?

My bags are packed, yours are too.

I see you standing there, next to our departing ledge.

You’re wearing that smile that leaves me breathless.

I reach for you, guess this is hello.

-S.M. Bjarnson