Wanna Be Forgotten

The sound of cars
& the wound-up stars
all stall and stop eventually
So noon declines to blue
& night rains to dull morning dew
So dawn goes down to day they say
The wind wants to batter
& clouds like to drift & scatter
& the sky is high and bright and glad and empty
I wanna be forgotten
wanna be forgotten
wanna be free, free, free
wanna be forgotten