Alone but hung over. Together in my heart. Had to go. Was it to sow? Sights to see. People to meet. Miles to go. Was it to sow? Alcohol involved. Music too loud. Dollars to blow. Was it to sow? Close to home. You have doubts. But I know. Was it to sow? It’s not a search. I’ve found my place. No baggage in tow. And that is so.