You belong among the wildflowers
You belong in a boat out at sea
Sail away, kill off the hours
You belong somewhere you feel free

Run away, find you a lover
Go away somewhere bright and new
I have seen no other
Who compares with you...
...A lil further from perfection each day. I guess that's what they call character. I guess that's just the way it goes. Better to be dusty... than polished like some store window mannequin. Why don't you touch me where I'm rusty... let me stain your hands...