Vanished in fury of smoke.
Before she left she spoke about a problem and a plan.
She said "I plan to make my escape,
gonna check out the United States.
Can't take this island wasteland.
How can I be who I want when they know me as who I am?

Besides, people work their whole lives hoping to get here.
I figure they could use the room.
A great place to get rich, have kids and die.
I probably won't be coming back so soon.
How can I be who I want if I stay here with you?
So goodnight, Dark Island.

It's the weight of life spent peeking out from beneath the trees...the way the front lawns wander on endlessly.
And it's not a bad life.
Working 9-5, weekend gardening and cheating on your wife.
But if you find yourself broken in the slow mercury of days, and have the courage for the traffic,
I know a secret to escape: just be who it is they want.
It's easy to find your way.
I can't help feeling like there's never enough friends or any friendly faces,
just a bunch of clever ways to say "Jesus Saves'"