5 4 3 2 Ready Run
2004-10-13 @ 3:44 p.m.

For today's real entry, go back one. I tried, as always to link it, and as always, it didn't work. ~M.



She stares all night at the plaster peeling off of the shadows she painted on the ceiling.
Trying to find some philosophical meaning to life.
But the truth is Ruth is ready to hatch
She's gotta break the door down, gotta bust a latch.
She's got a super-sized itch that's gotta be scratched, alright.

She stands up and gets down.
And digs her heels out of that pea-pickin' town.

Hey, hey, hey, hey-yeah what a waste.
There's more to life than just takin' up space.
Hey, hey, hey, hey- this is s'posed to be fun.
5 4 3 2 ready run!

She sold her diamond ring and bought a Winnebago.
Found her way to heaven on the way to San Diego,
Chased her ruby red boots anywhere
that they'd go, anytime.
She got sidetracked and backpacked
her way to Atlanta.
Picked a pocketful or posies, got
her busted in 'Bama.
Truck stop trollop, selling roses
from a van for a dime.
She woke up and broke down made a
call to that pea-pickin' town.

Hey, hey, hey, hey-yeah what a waste.
There's more to life than just takin' up space.
Hey, hey, hey, hey- this is s'posed to be fun.
5 4 3 2 ready run!

Run, run, run, run all the way home.
Run away from the great unknown.
It felt good for a minute, 'til she got
stuck in it
stuck in it.....

Her yellow brick road crashed
Right through the rose-colored glass
Rose-colored glass....

Hey, hey, hey, hey-yeah, what a waste.
There's more to life than the thrill of
the chase.
Hey, hey, hey, hey-this is s'posed to be fun.
5 4 3 2 ready run!