I had disengaged to avoid being totalled
I would run away and say good riddance soon enough
I had grown disgusted by your small-minded ceiling
To imagining myself bolting had not been difficult.

Soon be my life
Soon be my pace
Soon be my choice of which you'll have no part of

Unprodigal daughter and I'm heading for the west
Disenchanted daughter and this plane cannot fly fast enough
Unencumbered daughter, hit the ground running at last!
I'd invite you, but I'm busy being unoppressed.

I hit the ground running, although I know not what toward
I hit the town reeling forgetting all that came before
I felt primed and ready, unsurrounded by the pawns
I felt culture shocked, but dissuaded I was not.

This is my town
This is my voice
This is my taste of which you've had no part of.

Unprodigal daughter and I'm heading for the west
Disenchanted daughter and this plane cannot fly fast enough
Unencumbered daughter, hit the ground running at last!
I'd invite you, but I'm busy being unoppressed.

One day I'll saddle back and speak of foreign adventures
One day I'll double back and tell you about these unfettered years
One day I'll look back and feel something other than relieved
Glad that I left when I did before: no dear, you can't got the best of me.

When I'd speak of artistry, you would roll your eyes skyward
When I'd speak of spirituality, you would label me absurd
When I spoke of possibility, you would frown and shake your head
If I had stayed much longer, I'd have surely imploded.

These are my words
This is my house
These are my friends of which you've had no part of.

Unprodigal daughter and I'm heading for the west
Disenchanted daughter and this plane cannot fly fast enough
Unencumbered daughter, hit the ground running at last!
I'd invite you, but I'm busy being unoppressed.

Unprodigal daughter and I'm heading for the west
Disenchanted daughter and this plane cannot fly fast enough
Unencumbered daughter, hit the ground running at last!
I'd invite you, but I'm busy being unoppressed.