It’s not a national park, its regional
And we continue to climb a hill and a
Stick pokes me in my leg, enough to break the skin.
Blue Moon’s on the top of the second hill we climb,
Ya’ll want a hug, some lady will ask us.
Heading back, in the darkness, the cars passing
Us, lighting the way. Wait up, car!
And we huddle on the side of the road and hope
To god this isn’t another speeding BMW.
Wait, hold up the light, I think we’re supposed to
Go down that way. Once we find the bus stop and the
Bus driver tells us, you guys should’ve taken that route
And points to the other side of the road.
I watch you take a nap on the bus ride back.
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