Her name is Emma. That is short for Emily. She sits out at the truck stop and makes 50 bucks a week. The tears are a monopoly of everything she rakes. A true and little glance is all that she can fake. Oh gotta go, gotta go today. Another pool another swim to take it all away. Oh gotta go right now. Flush it all away. reach through the clouds and make a better day. Oh Emma, I hope you find your cowboy and ride off in the race. to that greater place.