Shes leaving, she packed her bags
Bags of hopes and dreams, and all the crap in-between
She's leaving tonight.
Closing doors behind her
There's a pretty fucking long path infront
So she grabs the whisky, takes a swig
and it leaves a burn in her mouth
Like all the words she never said
She lights a smoke and the smoke trails behind her
Shes never going back there again
She's going
Wandering,
She doesn't know where, but she's following this path untill it ends
Wherever that is
It could be today
Tomorrow
This week
Next week
Next month
Next year
All she knows is she's going.