at seventeen she ran away to the city thought she would find herself there scared and afraid she panhandled all day to get enough for a one way fare and a taxi to the nearest greyhound bus made a call mom said please come home to us i m searching i m travelling my life s been unraveling i still don t know where this will lead enjoying the weather i ll get it together so don t worry i ll send you a postcard from my journey to me crawled through the desert and swam in the ocean tried meditation and a few magic potions marched at the whitehouse against the attacks sent a call out to buddah but he never called back and i m thinking there must be something i have missed what do you think of all this if you can t find the answers from anyone else you ll just have to see for yourself under a blanket and up on a mountain a sleeping bag prayer where she drank from the fountain though about sunday school thought about jesus love that s so simple grace that s so genius and just like those ruby slippers you know the answers were there in her soul i m searching i m travelling but i m not unraveling i still don t know where this will lead enjoying the weather it feels like forever since i ve seen tennessee this is the last of my postcards i ll be back home by the next star i love you with all of my heart sincerely me