The dandelion in the backyard was still asleep this morning
When I looked out the downstairs window
I stretched my legs and opened the screen door
As the dogs ran to investigate if anything had changed since last night
A bowl of cereal then a drive to the thrift store
This curvy road is full of green grass and hills
I stutter in lyrics and catch my daydreams
Before they drive the car 
And I’m sick with that bug of travelin’
That feeling of smallness that I crave
Keeps the car in line
The eyes full of water
And the gut overflowing like a gutter full of leaves