Sara's got to get away
Sara's so tired of running
Out of things to say
When he comes home looking that way
Sara's got to fly
Sara's got no more excuses
For the bruises around her eyes
& she doesn't want to cover them up with any more lies
She's packing up her
High school annual
A ring and a necklace
That maybe she can sell
Sara's got a baby on the way
Sara hopes to name that little baby Grace
She's afraid she won't
Have the chance if she stays
She takes her mama's gloves
From an old oak chest
She's folding them on top
Of her blue dress
Till death do us part
Till he tried to bury Sara's heart
Sara's by the door
Sara's done wishing it
Was like it was before
She says,"It's not gonna be like that
Any more"
She thinks of all the ways
She could pay him back right now
Strike a match, load his gun
Then somehow
She just opens the door
The sun hits her face
And Sara goes with Grace
