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IV.

The hardest part of leaving

Is packing your bags,

Getting in the truck,

And backing out

Of the driveway.

 

But once you hear gravel flying and home is

Just a silhouette in the rearview mirror

It gets a whole lot easier.

 

All you’ve got to do is put a thousand miles

And a couple of years

Between you and whatever you’re running from

And then staying gone is as easy as waking up every morning,

Putting your boots on,

And going to work.