(A song I wrote about leaving high school)

Chances were the premium at the chances store
Called up their proprietor and asked for just one more
Inside information suggested relocate
When they closed the chances store it sealed the users fate

With no plans for the future and the future it is here
Who knew that the sun would rise and whisper last nights fear?
So we headed for the highway which ended at the light
Looked upon arrival, no chances store in sight

Searching for the answers that will ease the fears
Some will stand there crying and find few are buying tears
All are someone’s baby lost along the way
Strangers and sojourners who have lost the need to pray

And I say, “Pray”
Get down on your knees sweet Charlotte , get down on your knees
I know you have a mission and I hope it is to please
Take me to your leader because I think I’ve found the cure
It’s a love that is botanical with determination pure.

–Dennis Mantin