The story
He is already halfway out the door.
He’s packed light, with dust still on his boots and the town already behind him. The engine idles, the map is folded once, and every familiar thing is shrinking in the rearview. He doesn’t say goodbye; he just eases into the open road, chasing the space before anyone can ask him to stay.
No lyric sheet is published for this track, so this reading is drawn from its title and the sound of the record.
Lyrics
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