Throwing pictures out the window
Scattered by the way the wind blows
Bye Bye Baby , thats the last Ill see of you
Shoebox full of old love letters
Ill tear each one till I feel better
And I wont look back, cause I dont like the view
What my heart needs now is rest
So Im packing up and Im headed west
My minds made up, Ill put it to the test
Pushing myself and this old maching
Burning fumes and whats left of my dreams
Let em go cause I dont need no strings
Just give me a road and a Little Gasoline
We talked in circles til the words ran out
And it all came down to an angry shout
Before I knew it I was in third gear and gone
Well this had been coming for a long, long time
If I said Im sorry, well Id be lying
If you think Ill never make it, well youd be wrong
What my heart needs now is rest
So Im packing up and Im headed west
My minds made up, Ill put it to the test
Pushing myself and this old machine
Burning fumes and whats left of my dreams
Let em go cause I dont need no strings
Just give me a road and a Little Gasoline
Just give me a road and a Little Gasoline.
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