She packs a cardboard box and a suitcase in the trunk of her car
An old backpack's riding shotgun and the floorboard's holding her guitar
She knew what to take and what to leave behind
She's good at goodbye
She's on the shortcut to the highway with the window rolled down
Rests her head on her left hand, her ponytail just whips around
One look in the mirror, a few tears in her eyes, but they will dry
She's good at goodbye
Her heart has always been a hummingbird
Beginning has always been her favorite word
She knows to start something you new you have to close a door or two
So she's been down this road a few times she's good at goodbye
She's good at goodbye
Headed south on 35 there ain't a cloud in the sky
With her phone off beside her, so he can't call and ask
Why she didn't stay, why she couldn't try, lord she tried
But she's too good at goodbye
Her heart has always been a hummingbird
Beginning has always been her favorite word
She knows to start something you new you have to close a door or two
So she's been down this road a few times she's good at goodbye
She's good at goodbye
The mile markers and the memories roll on by
She doesn't care where she's going,
She wants to know how fast she can fly
She can fly
Her heart has always been a hummingbird
Beginning has always been her favorite word
She knows to start something you new you have to close a door or two
So she's been down this road a few times she's good at goodbye
She's good at goodbye