The Chicken

The chicken wakes up like she does every morning
To the sounds of her husband's screams
Sat in the dark on the eggs she is warming
She closes her eyes and dreams of
Walking to Memphis, becoming a dentist
Anything but this
I mean, she likes her life as a mother and wife
But is that all she is?
She stares out the window

The very next morning, the chicken decides to
Makе her escape, gеt a taste of freedom
She runs out the coop that her life’s been confined to
Suddenly sees the thing she's only dreamed of
Just up ahead, gophers run through a meadow
Deer graze, birds sing
Her future is waiting, right there for the taking
There's just one thing

The chicken must first cross the road
The road
A sea of trees and green and moss
Waiting just across the road, the road
A life of brighter days, a width of road away

The road is gigantic, the chicken is little
She moves ahead left-right-left, right-left-right
All of a sudden, she stops in the middle
Frozen in place by a pair of headlights
It’s anyone's guess what then happened next
But most think she died
But I think we ought to believe that she got to
The other side
So that's why she did it

Goodbye