Roses, Bel Air, Take Me There,Ive Been Waiting To Meet You

Roses, Bel Air, take me there, I’ve been waiting to meet you

Don’t break me down I’ve been travelin’ too long I’ve been trying too hard With one pretty song

I was always an unusual girl, my mother told me that I had a chameleon soul. No moral compass pointing me due north, no fixed personality. Just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide as wavering as the ocean. And if I said that I didn’t plan for it to turn out this way I’d be lying - because I was born to be the other woman. I belonged to no one - who belonged to everyone, who had nothing- who wanted everything with a fire for every experience and an obsession for freedom that terrified me to the point that I couldn’t even talk about - and pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me. Every night I used to pray that I’d find my people - and finally I did - on the open road. We have nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore - except to make our lives into a work of art.