Station Waggin

Hunched at the foot of her naked bed
 With arms embracing the final suitcase
 Erica wishes the room and the house with the yard
 Would fold into her pocketbook
 She'd punch them in the trunk of the station wagon
 Complete with dog and debit card
 Far away from home she will be
 By the weekend's end
 Lost without her mental map
 Or couch, or car, or friend
 Erica
 Moving out of home
 And living on your own
 Moving out of home
 And living all alone
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 Erica
 Eighteen now
 And weakly armed with a high school diploma
 Off to the quad all grass and brick and shady
 Erica
 Grown-up now
 And purchasing clothes with her own goddamn money
 Aren't you big enough to be a lady
 Plastic dresser packed with ragged
 Socks and underwear
 Bumps against the window as they
 Speed to get to there
 Erica
 Moving out of home
 And living on your own
 Moving out of home
 And living all alone