Life with the WAGS

Kansas City Glory

A few days later, we're on a flight from Colorado to Missouri. I'm looking at the flight path and I noticed that we land in Kansas City and I smile. I tell the Sidney and Kris I won't be attending the last two games. I'm sitting in the window seat thinking about the guys. As the plane lands, I get off. I see my lime green luggage and I take it off the carousel. Leaving the airport was a mess. I tell the driver my destination. A few moments later, I get out of the car and go to the entrance to Arrowhead Stadium. Patrick noticed me and ushers me to the press room. Nervously I sit on the chair and it gets awkwardly quiet. I'm about to call out to Patrick but he's in the locker room. I type my blog and keep myself glued to phone. I hear Gloria playing and I leave the press room to investigate. I see the team doing a flash mob with some fans. I join the impromptu dance. After the dance ends, the team leaves. I look up in the stands and I see some pictures of my relationship with Travis. I hear a song playing.
When I was six years old I broke my leg
I was running from my brother and his friends
And tasted the sweet perfume of the mountain grass I rolled down
I was younger then
Take me back to when
I found my heart and broke it here
Made friends and lost them through the years
And I've not seen the roaring fields in so long
I know I've grown
But I can't wait to go home
I'm on my way
Driving at 90 down those country lanes
Singing to "Tiny Dancer"
And I miss the way
You make me feel
And it's real
When we watched the sunset over the castle on the hill
Fifteen years old and smoking hand-rolled cigarettes
Running from the law through the backfields and getting drunk with my friends
Had my first kiss on a Friday night
I don't reckon that I did it right
I was younger then,
Take me back to when
We found weekend jobs, when we got paid
We'd buy cheap spirits and drink them straight
Me and my friends have not thrown up in so long
Oh, how we've grown
But I can't wait to go home
I'm on my way
Driving at 90 down those country lanes
Singing to "Tiny Dancer"
And I miss the way
You make me feel
And it's real
When we watched the sunset over the castle on the hill
Over the castle on the hill
Over the castle on the hill
One friend left to sell clothes
One works down by the coast
One had two kids but lives alone
One's brother overdosed
One's already on his second wife
One's just barely getting by
But these people raised me
And I can't wait to go home
And I'm on my way
I still remember these old country lanes
When we did not know the answers
And I miss the way
You make me feel
And it's real
When we watched the sunset over the castle on the hill
Over the castle on the hill
Over the castle on the hill