II hopped into the car for a short little ride
Wind blowing around my tight curls
Perched up on a car seat, looking outside
Dreaming of being in a different world
I’m sick of the leashes and collars
I don’t know a word that they are saying
I can’t hear anything but a holler
So all I can do is sit here lying
Today I will escape into my own land
Where I can find a family and mate
I will gallop there on my soft four hands
I will go to the new world of fate
I jump out of the window and I start running
A car comes and I feel a sharp short pain
