Running, 
From you and this small time town,
With its small set minds,
And I’m hoping for more
Than just singing me blue,
Sitting, counting the times
That I’ve been left dry,
In a small time town,
Left with nothing but sky,
This lone stop sign has me
Running, 
From you and this hole in the wall,
With its bluegrass feel,
The mom and pop diner’s home cooked meals
When I’m only killing myself
Workin’ five to five,
To keep my heat on,
Just to keep me alive,
When there’s no future in sight,
If I lay next to you,
Full of emptiness
like the steel in your eyes,
Running, 
From you, 
And this small time town,
With its small time feel,
And its small set minds.

— Jenn Kelly