Looking for a Place - Eliza Gilkyson

Strap my derriere to a padded chair

I fly the air in a tin can

From here to there on a wing and a prayer

I don’t even know where I am

I’m a wanderin fool burnin fossil fuel

Sending arrows into the dark

But I’m just lookin for a place where I can fall apart

Throw all of my junk into the Alamo trunk

And I pull out into the lane

Cell phone’s dead there’s mountains ahead

I don’t even slow down for the rain

There was a time when the road was mine

And the path was lined with sparks

Now I’m just lookin for a place where I can fall apart

It’s in the air the scent of despair

Nobody wants to talk about it

We’re all scared we’re gonna lose our share of the dream

Can’t live without it

My clothes are funky I’m a sugar junkie

I’m a promo monkey in a cage

I lunge for the carrot repeat like a parrot

Til I step out onto the stage

The lights go down and I see your faces

Shinin through the dark

And I’m just lookin for a place where I can fall apart

Oh can I let my guard down tonight?

Is it safe enough to fall apart?