She’s sick of this town, she’s sick of that boy, yeah she’s sick of dreams that never take flight. There’s gotta be more than the same old story so she’s gonna turn the page tonight. And turn the radio up, roll the windows down. She got a full tank of gas, ain’t no stopping her now.
She’s got the pedal to the floor in a hand-me-down Ford, yeah, the only thing that’s left to do is catch a couple green lights and those baby blue eyes are leaving nothing in that rearview but dust, nothing but dust.