Make A Choice

Kate:

Let’s stand tall

The limelight’s calling,

The leaves are falling,

Let’s paint a new start to remember

Let’s fall

 

Get in Michelle

 

Michelle:

Kate led the way,

Through all of our road trips,

She believed that art was just a journey

She painted landscapes,

She drove us nowhere,

And I wrote stories ‘til there’s a buzz in my eye

She believed in rolling the window down,

And art was what we’re made of

You keep driving,

                           Then you stop driving

Then you keep driving,

                 ‘Til she’s made a model

Of

You

 

Kate:

No, no, no, no, no

             This ain’t right

 

Michelle:

What’s not right?

 

Kate: 

Your descriptions. Your depictions. Put more effort into it.

 

Michelle:

I’m trying.

 

Kate:

Well, try harder.

         Feeling the swirls from deep within.

 

Michelle:

The breeze is light, The sun’s sky high

 

Kate:

I see that every brush has a different width,

 

Michelle:

I watch as you pass me by

 

Both:

We’re flying high,

We’re painting birds

 

Michelle:

We won’t look down

 

Kate:

We’ll fly ‘til we’re burned

 

Both:

We’ll burn, We’ll burn, We’ll burn, burn

 

Kate:

Burn

 

Michelle:

Riding Round,

We head for the south

Or sometimes we’ll go West

And what else is left,

Is made up in our heads

Music is blasting,

The wind is blaring,

And we’re beyond caring

‘Cause crazy little me,

Has since seen the star you saw in me

 

Kate:

Michelle? What the Hell?

 

Michelle:

What?

 

Kate:

You’re too reluctant. You must strike strong.

Now,

You see the speed I’m going at?

 

Michelle:

Yes.

 

Kate:

Well, we’re driving at a speed where a collision is almost certain, unless I quickly change course. So, which way should I turn? Left or right?

 

Michelle:

I don’t know! I don’t know! Which way?

 

Kate:

Who cares? We’re gonna crash in 3…2… Which way?!

 

Michelle:

Ah! Right! Right!

 

Kate:

You sure? I hear uncertainty…

 

Michelle:

Turn right!

 

Kate:

Okay… Slow ‘Chelle, slow

 

Michelle:

I know, I know. Sorry

 

Kate:

Don’t apologise. 

        Painting a tree, somewhere brand new

 

Michelle:

Drive to a park, the tank is full

 

Kate:

Deflection.

       Every tree holds places, few

 

Michelle:

Smiling as time flies by

 

Both:

We won’t walk back,

We’ve come too far

 

Kate:

We’ll be alright

 

Michelle:

For life we gaze up at the stars

 

Both:

We’re free, so free,

Just us, and the

 

Michelle:

Falling leaves

       I don’t know you,

‘Cause I can’t see you,

You’re a last minute jump in the car,

And let’s go

You, I don’t know, But I do know,

Is I don’t have the strength inside…

                      To let go

I can’t look back, To seek what’s spaced,

‘Cause there’s a tear in my eye,

When I see your smiling face

         From you I’ll drive,

I’ve come too far to feel like I’m not alive

And though you’re not alive,

I feel your soul bleed through me,

                And though you’re a memory…

You’re all that’s left of me

 

Kate:

So, where do you wanna go now, Michelle?

 

Michelle:

Let’s take a left

 

Kate:

No, I mean where do you wanna go in life? What’s your dream, Michelle?

 

Michelle:

I’m not sure.

 

Kate:

C’mon, Michelle! Come on! What’s that one dream?

 

Michelle:

I want to be… an actress?

 

Kate:

Yes, kid! Yes! Come on!

 

Michelle:

I want it to stay like this forever…

           The mountains and the seas,

Sunken starlight’s not empty

When we are here… together

Where there’s no hurt,

We’ll work out our careers,

Whilst Fleetwood Mac, their songs we hear,

The starlight’s full,

And there’s no time to sleep

Not when your soul’s in me

Within us, there’s no hurt,

We’ll work out our careers,

With music blasting in our ears

We’ve got David Bowie playing, long and loud,

To break down, I won’t allow

 

About ourselves, we are learning,

Limelight turns to dust

Leaning, retreating

A lost history

If on edge, will I learn how to just be?

 

Lean on in, To accept it, Paint a history,

To live in, Believe in, Stood still, Retreat,

Just a young girl,

I have no purpose as me

Trees, they’re changing, enslaving,

Their colours to us

Elated, they’re gifted

As their colours become dust

If I evade this, will I hurt?

Or will I change without growth,

And fade into the world?

 

She’s laughing,

And I’m laughing,

Just as though she’s alive

A sunken spirit,

Uplifting the Sky

If I believe it, will it work?

Or will I live out my life,

Rearranging the hurt?