Lyrics:

Boxed up
All of her favourite 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 (4.x)

No time and no copping out
She burning daylight and petrol
Blacked out the rearview mirror
Heading westward on

Strung out
On confusion road
And ten minute nervous breakdowns
Xanex a beer for thought
And she determined...
She's taking off (4.x)

Oh is it 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