Last Boat To Freedom
Madison Cunningham
I couldn't wait to leave that building and stand under the sky
I watch the clouds go by from a skylight
I watch the Sun as it freckles the skin of travelers
And here I turn another shade of white
I wonder when the day will come
I wonder what it looks like
Will I falter when it looks me in the eye?
I watch the tugboats as they tear a seam down the river
And the passengers stare at the white lines
I look down the highway, and I used to see headlights
But now it's staring back at me with red eyes
I wonder when the day will come
I wonder what it looks like
Will I falter when it looks me in the eye?
I wonder when the day will come
Will it tell me when it arrives?
The last boat to freedom has a long line
The last boat to freedom has a long line
The last boat to freedom has a long line
The last boat to freedom has a long line
The last boat to freedom has a long line
The last boat to freedom has a long
The parkway blossom trees, they make every color look dimmer
But they're cursed to look like creatures in the moonlight