Betty

you're hanging up signs tossing and turnign at night driving round and round the neighborhood calling me, hoping i might pop out you're calling the paper, describing my features like i'm you're favorite creature (now that i'm gone) galloping down the highway, i see what i may become

this system was designed for travelers of another kind, but, if you wanted me stagnant, these photographs should serve you fine i know you meant well, but a cage is still a cage just one lonely corner of a world that's supposed to be my stage

you're hanging up signs, tossing and turning at night but don't believe that i'll be bounding behind because i know where you're driving so, call the paper. describe my features like i'm you're favorite creature (now that i'm gone) galloping down the highway, i see all i may become

this system will be fine (i'm going to make it mine) so now do you notice that the my was all in your mind? the wind, the same sweet wind, blows on me, too telling me what lies ahead, taking someting of me back to you
hopping the fence for one wild moment...