Motion Suggests Itself

I traced my family lines
It ends up with a wave of passing grainy days
Forgetting she’s away
Here’s the straight and narrow
Brought my wheelbarrow and it’s filled with the lies and the dirt and the hurt
But I won’t need someone to let me be
I won’t need someone to let me be
I bought the cotton threads
And the voice could soothe you
Captivate your senses like a ginger ale rain
Bones they got the marrow, curse the tainted pharaohs
Take off!
Expect fun, you might learn how it runs
But I won’t need someone to let me be
No, I won’t need someone to let me be
No, I won’t need someone to let me be
No, I won’t need someone to let me go
Let me be