Savannah

She pedals swiftly Thinking about her lows At the cross of MLK and Jones Hair untied, blows with the Spanish Moss As free as ever when she is no one Spends her weekends at cemeteries Hoping she can hear from God She knows there is some meaning For all of the days that she's lost She's got a caffeine mind, Decaffeinated heart She questions if all of these thoughts are hers. At the cracked steps leading to St. John's Ever since she was a little girl She was carrying more than she could hold She can pull up a map, Show you all of the ways she is not If you ask her what she needs, She'll pack up her things, and she'll run She's got a caffeine mind, Decaffeinated heart She's got a caffeine mind, Decaffeinated heart All of the silence kills everything violent If no one can see where she's gone Swims against currents in rivers surrounding The place where she has no control She's got a caffeine mind, Decaffeinated heart She's got a caffeine mind, Decaffeinated heart Decaffeinated, Decaffeinated heart