Move On

Move On

I'm horny for a road trip.

Hungry for some change.

I'm aching for some dust in my teeth.

And dirt in my treads.

Sunglasses and windshields.

And that beat up polaroid of you.

The one of you in your underpants.

I'm horny for a new song.

Hungry for some love.

I'm aching from a broken heart.

but I'm ready to move on.

And with every last passing city.

Postcards and gas stations.

I'm going to let you go.