Boxed up all of her favorite things
Sold the rest at a rainy yard sale
Big plans and leaving friends and a westbound sign
Weighed out, her choices on a scale
Prevailing nothing made sense
Just transportation and a blank decision
She's taking off
No time and no copping out
She's burning daylight and petrol
Blacked out the rearview mirror
Heading westward on
Strung out on confusion road
And ten-minute nervous breakdowns
Xanax, a beer for thought
And she's determined
She's taking off
Oh, is this salvation?
Or an escape from discontent?
Will she find her name
In the California cement?
Punched out of the grind
That punched her one too many times
Is tragedy 2000 miles away?
She's taking off