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.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
