Tekstovi: Folk Implosion. Free to Go.

Catching butterflies, line drives, watching TV
I had seven good years till I noticed they were looking at me
I didn't like what they see

Trapped in the back seat, stay on your side
My hand out the window feeling the air rush by
While my parents fight

Where did you go? Did I make you leave?
Another thing I didn't know
Nobody ever believes they just leave, they just leave
And they'll see you on their own sweet time
They just leave

I didn't leave my room till I learned how to drive
I was sweet seventeen, fighting with the back of my mind
Till the wheel was all mine

Free to go, but still to young to leave
Old enough to think I know
That nobody ever believes
They just leave, they just leave
They just leave, they just leave

My plane landed, I'm alive
I'm not fighting with the things
I never thought I'd do to survive
We've finally arrived

Now I know, more than I've ever believed
You could never let me know
You were just as young as me
You had to leave, you had to leave
You had to leave, you had to leave

You had to leave, you had to leave
You had to leave, you had to leave