Summer Country

Rachael. Eighteen, born 9/16/1991. Native of Boise, Idaho. Married 8/1/2009 to a man named Dan. Barista by trade and former Visual Arts/Photography Major at BSU. Currently living in a semi truck and traveling the country. I enjoy knitting, the color pink, and cleaning out my finger nails.
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December 3
0 | 3.12.2009 | 2 years ago

notesandcolor: I’m sittin’ in the railway station.Got a ticket for my destination on a tour of one-night stands.My suitcase and guitar in hand and every stop is neatly planned for a poet and a one-man band. Homeward bound.I wish I was homeward bound.Home, where my thought’s escaping.Home, where my music’s playing.Home, where my love lies waiting silently for me. Every day’s an endless stream of cigarettes and magazines and each town looks the same to me. The movies and the factories, and every stranger’s face I see, reminds me that I long to be homeward bound. I wish I was homeward bound. Home, where my thought’s escaping. Home, where my music’s playing. Home, where my love lies waiting silently for me. Tonight, I’ll sing my songs again. I’ll play the game and pretend, but all my words come back to me in shades of mediocrity, like emptiness in harmony.I need someone to comfort me. Homeward bound. I wish I was homeward bound. Home, where my thought’s escaping. Home, where my music’s playing. Home, where my love lies waiting silently for me, silently for me, silently for me, silently for me. Song: Homeward BoundArtist: Simon and GarfunkelAlbum: Simon and Garfunkel’s Greatest HitsArtwork: stars shine, stars fade by *mediocre-matt on deviantART

notesandcolor:

I’m sittin’ in the railway station.
Got a ticket for my destination on a tour of one-night stands.
My suitcase and guitar in hand and every stop is neatly planned for a poet and a one-man band.

Homeward bound.
I wish I was homeward bound.
Home, where my thought’s escaping.
Home, where my music’s playing.
Home, where my love lies waiting silently for me.

Every day’s an endless stream of cigarettes and magazines and each town looks the same to me.

The movies and the factories, and every stranger’s face I see, reminds me that I long to be homeward bound.

I wish I was homeward bound.
Home, where my thought’s escaping.
Home, where my music’s playing.
Home, where my love lies waiting silently for me.

Tonight, I’ll sing my songs again.
I’ll play the game and pretend, but all my words come back to me in shades of mediocrity, like emptiness in harmony.
I need someone to comfort me.

Homeward bound.
I wish I was homeward bound.
Home, where my thought’s escaping.
Home, where my music’s playing.
Home, where my love lies waiting silently for me, silently for me, silently for me, silently for me.

Song: Homeward Bound
Artist: Simon and Garfunkel
Album: Simon and Garfunkel’s Greatest Hits
Artwork: stars shine, stars fade by *mediocre-matt on deviantART