Forty miles south 
Any sign of that town is well behind me
Hidden in a cloud of dirt  
I hit the gas 
Gravel flies
I fade into the afternoon 
A restless woman with a truck. 
Gloomy skies and headlights 
I realize there's no going back 
All the pleading in the world wouldn't make me turn around
I'm not sure what I'm getting myself into
Maybe I'll race the moon and send up a prayer or two
I might "accidentally" get lost in the middle of nowhere just to feel something. 
There's nothing better than letting go 
Running down adventure while the world in my rearview crumbles.  
Risking it a little 
I go eighty in a fifty-five
For a moment I escape reality
And even crack a smile 
Freedom, 
Possibly my strongest addiction 
One I don't intend on breaking from. 
Allow me to face my problems by chasing distance. 
Leave me alone with the stars,  
My compass on the open road 
Pointing me towards my next destination. 
Completely unfamiliar with my surroundings 
I feel my heart race.
Yes, finally.
The fantastic mystery continues as I take a left at the stop sign. 
I'd like to return in time for a Sunday sunrise
But something tells me not to count on it.