On the morning of her wedding day, when no one was awake, she drove across
the border. Leaving all the yellow roses on her wedding cake. Her mother's
tears, her breakfast order.
She's gone, gone, gone.
There is a moment, a chip in time, when leaving home is the lesser crime.
When your eyes are blind with tears, but your heart can see: another life,
another galaxy.
That night her dreams are storm-tossed as a willow. She hears the clouds, she
sees the eye of a hurricane, as it sweeps across her island pillow.
But she's gone, gone, gone.
There is a moment, a chip in time, when leaving home is the lesser crime.
When your eyes are blind with tears, but your heart can see:
Another life, another galaxy.
