You got a fast car
I want a ticket to anywhere
Maybe we make a deal
Maybe together we can get somewhere
Anyplace is better
Starting from zero got nothing to lose
Maybe we'll make something
But me myself I got nothing to prove
You got a fast car
But is it fast enough so we can fly away
We gotta make a decision
We leave tonight or live and die this way
I remember we were driving driving in your car
The speed so fast I felt like I was drunk
City lights lay out before us
And your arm felt nice wrapped round my shoulder
And I had a feeling that I belonged
And I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone
that's how I felt when I went to the leadership conference. I made a decision to leave, and to change who I am and what I was doing. I couldn't fly away and couldn't run away, but I left rather than die inside.
And there, I felt like I belonged. I felt I could be someone. I felt I WAS someone. And I will become someone, and I will fly. I have nothing to prove to no one but myself, and that's the hardest burden to carry. But the facts I faced at the conference, and the person I realized I was becoming--or was-- is not who I need to be to do what I need to do with my life.