Dorothy

Dorothy
Heuser/Pierce

Midnight, comes around, the day you turn 19
Bags packed, you're ready, cab's revving in the street
He turns in his seat, 'hey, where you wanna go?'

Goodbye honey babe, the rents are gonna miss ya
Wet eyes kiss your bedroom, Dad's hand goes to his jaw
They don't know where you are or what the hell you're gonna do

But let those tears slide, fall onto the ground
Rearview echoes of your hometown

Some nights you go dancing, fix your hair and shoes
Skin tight buys you whisky, can't afford to choose
Stumblin' down the street, oh, where to turn your feet

Street lamps, sidewalks spinning with the world
The twister that brought you into color