sara bareilles
once upon another time
Once upon another time Somebody's hands who felt like mine Turned a key into good drive Was free I recall the sun sank low Buckley on the radio Cigarette was burning slow So breathe Just yellow lines,and tire marks And some kiss skin in handle bars And where I stood, was where I was To be No enemies to call my own No porchline on to pull me home And where I was is beautiful Because I was free Once upon another time Before I knew which life was mine Before I left the child behind ,be I saw myself in summer nights And stars that up like candle lights I make my wish but mostly, I believed And yellow lines and tire marks Some kiss skin in handle bars And where I stood, was where I was To be Once upon another time Decided nothing good in dying So I would just keep on driving Because I was free