All she's asking is for a little more time, 
To walk away from his anger and leave the [bad word] far behind 
She won't talk about it...she's made up her mind 
But as the front door shuts behind her she whispers "give me a sign." 

Feels the power of the engine as she climbs to 65 
Every piston sounds like freedom, every white line says goodbye 
She'll find strength in her anger and the [bad word] in his lies 
When the last scar finally fades she'll have a new life 

Say goodbye to Mr. Right 
Lock the door, turn out the light 
Pack your bags, leave this trap  [bad word] away, don't look back 
See another day with each new sun 
Your life has just begun 

She can still feel the touch of his hand 
Not just the violence but the warmth of her man 

The night she never felt so alive 
even though it feels so cold outside 
It's the first time I've ever seen her smile