Words by Billie Joe Armstrong
Music by Green Day

Boxed up all of her favorite things
Sold the rest at a rainy yard sale
Big plans and leaving friends and a westbound sign
Weight out her choices on a scale
Prevailing nothing made sense
Just transportation and a blank decision
She's taking off

No time and no copping out
She's burning daylight and petrol
Blacked out the rearview mirror, heading westward on
Stung out on confusion road
And ten minute nervous breakdowns
Xanex, a beer for thought and she determined
She's taking off

Is it salvation or an escape from discontent
Will she find her name in the California cement?
Punched out of the grind that punched her one too many times
Is tragedy 2000 miles away?
She's taking off