If I were to get in my car and drive, where would i go how would I survive?
I'd like to say I'd bring a map, but really who needs that?
A car, some gas, and crazy tunes
Up, Up, and away maybe the moon?
The destination is not important, its the ride that counts,
The laughter, the snacks, the epicure.
At the end of my rainbow I will come back
Because no matter where I go
My ruby red shoes lead me home.
Theres no place like home-thats a fact!
I;ll remember the tornado that lead me away
But in the end my heart says stay
"Life's not about how hard of a hit you can give... it's about how many you can take, and still keep moving forward.”
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