Last Boat To Freedom - Madison Cunningham

I couldn’t wait to leave that building and stand under the sky

I watch the clouds go by from a skylight

I watch the sun as it freckles the skin of travelers

And here I turn another shade of white

I wonder when the day will come

I wonder what it looks like

Will I falter when it looks me in the eye?

I watch the tugboats as they tear a seam down the river

And the passengers stare at the white lines

I look down the highway, and I used to see headlights

But now it’s staring back at me with red eyes

I wonder when the day will come

I wonder what it looks like

Will I falter when it looks me in the eye?

I wonder when the day will come

Will it tell me when it arrives?

The last boat to freedom has a long line

The last boat to freedom has a long line

The last boat to freedom has a long line

The last boat to freedom has a long line

The last boat to freedom has a long line

The last boat to freedom has a long

The parkway blossom trees, they make every color look dimmer

But they’re cursed to look like creatures in the moonlight