Don't Wanna Move

More desert highways In the heart of a 12-year-old Who can't spot misdirection Can't risk more disconnection Two kids, mom and dad Monsoon out backseat glass More rain than the cloud can hold I see you Storm blows into a flood, then disappears A thirsty desert floor drinks it in Miles down below the skin Endless hidden reservoirs What difference would it make If I could be real with you? I desperately don't want to Move to Lake Havasu Bred to believe, taught to obey Heard the call and moved away I prayed and cried and cried and prayed Still pissed off, still in pain Still keep it hid and grit my teeth like you showed me Still hope it's not too late for someone to know me What difference would it make If I could be real with you? I desperately don't want to Move to Lake Havasu