Feeling my way out of the bedroom
As I amble towards the light of another.
Why do we have to spring forward?
When all I wanna do is hug my pillow more inward?

I did manage to get out of the house
Oh how it was still dark with the air fresh and crisp.
As I drive down the Cajon Pass,
Did you feel the moon pulling you back, too?
Did it make you dream of lying down on soft, green grass?

It does make me feel better seeing the sun rise
Walking to the train station seeing my shadow,
Hearing the distant bell of the approaching train to LA
Hoping for a window seat so I can rest my eyes and please give me a pillow.

*Just don’t charge me twelve dollars*