Load the car and write the note. Grab your bag and grab your coat. Tell the ones who need to know— we are headed north. One foot in and one foot back, but it don’t pay to live like that. So I cut the ties and I jumped the tracks for never to return.
feels like I’m running with my high heels on, and they’re chasing us waiting for it all to go wrong, you’re my umbrella against their sticks and stones, as long as we keep smiling they’ll never know — put your brave face on.