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.