I’m sure by now you’ve heard the rumor,
its probably making its way ’round that godforsaken town, no doubt.
How I packed up all I own
In the back of that Jeep Cherokee.
And headed South, to Tennessee.
Leaving everything and everyone
That ever meant a thing to me.
Needing to get away and to be free
Pleading and persuading me to change my mind.
But not this time.
No turning back,
No looking in the rear-view mirror.
As I make my grand debut into the Real World.
With a heart so heavy that it physically hurts,
And the determination to make it work.
When that Friday morning came,
I drove off in the mix of snow and rain,
With nothing to lose, and everything to gain.
Knowing from that moment on,
Nothing would ever be the same.
That was the moment, the day, my whole life changed.
If only I had stayed.
Maybe it wouldn’t be this way.
But I had to leave.
I had to get away.
‘Cause nothing here was ever gonna change.
And I couldn’t keep living my life this way.
Ashamed to go out, to show my face;
forced to shoulder all the blame.
The people in this town, they’re all the same
They’re gonna think what they want,
believe who they want
No matter what I do or say.
It’s always going to be this way; they’ll never change.
The way I see it, I had a choice to make.
I could choose to stay; continue to hide and bow my head in shame
Or sever ties with this town and run away.
I chose to escape.
With a suitcase and a dream
Said I was gonna find out what it truly means
To be young, wild, and free
Free from all the pain and memories
Free from him.
Free from this town,
All of it, everything.
Driving down the Interstate
900 hundred miles between where I’m going
And the place I once called home
Staring out at the open road ahead
Feeling somewhat lost, torn apart inside
Like something’s missing
Like something isn’t right.
Close my eyes against the blinding white light
That now fills my line of sight
As I flash back and wade through all the moments of my life
The good and bad
The happiness and strife
All those milestone moments that shape a life
A broken record with no music.
The perfect euphemism for my life.
I try to swerve, turn the wheel to the right
But I swerve a second too late.
No walking away this time
Neither luck nor God can save me now.
Can’t find traction, I’m spinning out.
A grief so raw and new,
Like petals on a recently-bloomed flower
And reassurances don’t hold water
When you’re down to your final hour
And pity means even less
When you’re the body lying on the table
A tragic Jane Doe
Whose name no one knows.
All those dreams that now will never be.
So much potential that the world will never get to see.
A split-second decision, one sharp swerve to the right.
A victim of fate on that dark night.
Lifeless and cold.
No chance to grow old.
No hope of survival.
A nameless Jane Doe
Declared dead on arrival.