Two Midwest Babes stranded in the land of hell. Day Dreaming of some beach somewhere. On a coast of somewhere beautiful. All that's need are two tickets to Paradise. So we can pack our bags and leave tonight.
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
We rest here while we can, but we hear the ocean calling in our dreams, And we know by the morning, the wind will fill our sails to test the seams. The calm is on the water and part of us would linger by the shore. For ships are safe in harbor, but that's not what ships are for.