A Plan to Escape 

By Ali Whitton (C) 2008


With quality deficiency the radio is singing to me
With limited vocabulary – something about love
And I wonder where the wordsmiths went, the poet with his ball-point pen
On hopeful days I do pretend that there’s one in all of us

But there’s some folks who will frown upon a whim that’s so absurd
They will steal your pretty dreams and they will throw them in the dirt
They will tell you in no uncertain terms
You are a child, you are a dreamer and you will get you burnt

Salvation depends on just how far you can reach
And the limit of hope is equates to the distance between
Your ordinary life and the aspirations that you keep
In your heart, in your heart
When times get rough please treat sadness as a friend
That beaten brother of beauty will be there till the end
And he will guide you home to a death magnificent
It’s okay, baby, don’t be afraid
Baby keep your faith, because I’m working on a plan to escape
I’ll keep working on a plan to escape

I would like to ring you dry of self pity that you’ve soaked your life
Help you find your appetite and hunger for the world
Cos’ heaven knows that far away is where I’d like to be most days
Singing sad songs somewhere safe where the people need the rain

But if you can’t find a meaning or a turn of mind
You say you’re running on empty - at the end of the line
Look to others to stay a longer while
Tolerate the present – it’s just a few moments in time


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