Out at the train tracks

I dream of escape

But a song comes onto my iPod

And I realize it's getting late

I can't take the staring

And the sympathy

And I don't like the questions,

"How do you feel? How's it going in school? We know you want to talk about it..."

Way out, way out of here

Fade out, wait up ahead

And I'm trying to forget you

And I know that I will

In a thousand years

Or maybe a week

Burn all your pictures

Cut out your face

The shutters are down

And the curtains are closed

And I've covered my tracks

Disposed of the car

And I'm trying to forget

Even your name

And the way that you look

When you're sleeping, dreaming of this

Way out, way out of here

Fade out, wait up ahead

Way out, way out of here

Fade out, fade up ahead