For Jeannette Walls, author of The Glass Castle • You're the home sweet home that I settled for, a pretty place where I could pace a pretty floor • Now all your windows have turned into doors, when I step outside I need to drive • I need to drive, I need to go like butterflies to Mexico, like a bird chasing a Winter storm across the sky, don't ask me why, I couldn't say, it's just that way • You're just like all the homes we knew as kids • Plenty of cubbies where we dreamed and hid till it was time to move away, and we did I always cried, and then we'd drive • I need to drive I need to go like a wild mustang through new snow, Like Thelma and Louise, though New Mexico, you'd have to say that was the way they had to go • I know you'll miss me when I'm gone, the feel of footfalls on your floor will tell you I'm home and you can hold me • I need to drive I need to go • I need to drive I need to go like a bird chasing a Winter storm across the sky, don't ask me why, it's just that I need to drive I need to go ...