Maria Taylor

I made my place by the door.
I didn't know what I was waiting for.
Felt just like home.
Except no grass, no yard, no pictures.
I could see across to the park.
And there were friends, they were laughing hard.
They looked just like my home.
With no face, no name, no voice I'd know.
I finally made it.
I made a clean getaway.
I finally made it.
I made a clean getaway.