the skies of tennessee

my skin tingles listening to acoustic guitar
playing through my half-broken earbuds.
i close my eyes and imagine i'm there;
standing in a crowd of music fans
singing along to songs of heartbreak and pickup trucks.

somewhere in nashville, tennessee
is a meat and three dish i'll try to finish.
i'll take the second half back home so i can relive it all.
i can almost hear the sound of country tunes;
almost sense the energy of "let's do this".

but mostly i am called to the smoky mountains.
my picture of what home should look like
is trees for miles with wandering rivers weaving through.
now i'm scrolling through photos with tears in my eyes.
my daydreams have always been just beyond distant borders.

can i make this far-fetched notion come true?
it's ridiculous that a girl from a fly-over town in northern california
who's scared of spiders and trying new things
would try to move across the country to a place she's never known...

but i still hold onto this foolish hope.
i can't release this wish i have started to crave.
i'll collect fantasies like petals until i can let them loose,
flying up to the skies of tennessee.