Rout fourteen, box three 'o eight She said goodbye at the cattle-guard gate Hoping she would find her a place in the world With her mind made up and tears in her eyes It almost made her daddy cry He said don't forget to call when you get there girl. Driving on that two lane road hoping she might find A whole lot more waiting up ahead than what she left behind Moving upstairs, downtown Life's too short to be hanging around She's eighteen and it's time she got out of the wood She's getting out while the getting's good All bills paid and a room with a view She's unpacked a dish or two She just got her phone turned on today There's a big, old world waiting just outside As she's thumbing through the classifieds Looking for work and any old job's okay Driving on that cross-town freeway hoping she might find A whole lot more waiting up ahead than what she left behind Living upstairs, downtown Life's too short to be hanging around She's eighteen and it's time she got out of the wood She's getting out while the getting's good Then she lost her job at the grocery store And the wolf came knocking at the door The red notice said they turned off her telephone There's nothing left for her to do so she's packed up a thing or two Loaded her car down, now she's headed home Driving on that two lane road hoping she might find A whole lot more waiting up ahead than what she left behind Living upstairs, downtown Life's too short to be hanging around She's eighteen and it's time she got back to the wood She's getting out while the getting's good