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I’m making my escape, getting out of this town
Before all the gazes break me all the way down
Never thought that I’d be able to leave it all behind
Without a pair of handcuffs or a ‘Just Married’ sign

Mom and Dad, don’t cry for me, I hope you understand
That adventure pulls my aching chest into far-off lands
I told ‘em maybe Christmas, I told ‘em that I’d try
But as I breach the county line, I know that that’s a lie

The rising sun streams in from the passenger’s side
As I drive the country pens, far and deep and wide
I no longer know the names on the farm I see
So I know their watchful kitchen window eyes will let me be