westbound sign
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.
Taking off.
Taking off.
Taking off.

No time,
and no copping out,
she's burning daylight and petrol.
Black out the rearviewmirror heading westward on.
Strung out,
on confusion road and ten minute nervous breakdowns,
xanex a beer for thought and she's determined.

She's taking off.
Taking off.
Taking off.
Taking off.

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 two thousand miles away?...
She's taking off...

Allright!!