Without Permission

Her face lit by the light of a cell phone in the night

She texts ” You’ve got me dead to rights” into the ether

She would rather beg forgiveness than seek another souls permission

How she wound up in this condition it’s no ones business

it’s no ones business….. it’s not your biz-nitch

So don’t take it away

Our time is right now I heard her say

When you burn our bridges run far away

Far from our tattered, dirty regrets

She is miles past the cry when she sends her last goodbye

and then she boards a red-eyed flight to her tomorrow

something deep inside her… something strong and pure still guides her

And it’s winding it’s way skyward on a mission

She’s on a mission….. we’re on on a mission…. we’re on on a mission!

Don’t take it away

Our time is right now I heard her say

When you burn your bridges run far away

Far from our tattered, dirty regrets

Without Permission… Without Permission… Without Permission

So don’t take it away

Our time is right now I heard her say

When you burn those bridges run far away

Far from our tattered, dirty regrets

So far from our tattered, dirty regrets

We’ve spent the last twenty days in a psychedelic haze

its time to storm the goddamn stage without permission

Without permission…. we’re on a mission…. we’re on a mission