Fancy Free

Ties that bind
Tangle the mind.
There's a hitch
On Highway 9.

Something happened.
Something dark
On the train tracks
Near the park.

When it was over,
I was caught.
Wrapped and wrangled
In a knot.

Crossing over.
Crossing back,
On each side
Of every track.

Lost caboose,
What will it be,
Once you’re footloose
And fancy free?

Find a payphone.
Make a call.
Nothing comes
But caterwaul.

They all miss you.
Since you’ve gone.
Tried to accept
Your moving on.

You must face it.
Today’s the day.
Just follow me.
We're on our way.

6/6/20
ZONE S1E16