• "I'm going to be okay!" she exclaims as she quits her job and buys a one way ticket to Spain
    She'll never be seen or heard from in the town from where she came
    There's no one here to blame for how she feels
    She says escape is the only way she knows how to deal
    Anything to give her a real sense of worth, which is hard thing to grasp when you look at yourself like you look at the dirt on the ground
    But when she looks at the dirt on the ground beneath her feet
    She wishes it was soft silt sand, wishes her heels and her toes were crisp from the heat from the sun up above
    And with Spain she fell in love
    In love with the idea of no one near knowing her name
    In love with the idea that no one knew the kind of pain she was in
    In love with the idea of being alone again
    And in love with being okay, anyway.