Throwing pictures out the window Scattered by the way the wind blows Bye bye baby, that’s the last I’ll see of you
Shoe box full of old love letters I’ll tear each one till I feel better And I won’t look back ‘cause I don’t like the view
What my heart needs now is rest So I’m packing up and I’m headed west My mind’s made up, I’ll put it to the test
Pushing myself and this old machine Burning fumes and what’s left of my dreams Let ‘em go ‘cause I don’t 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 as in third gear and gone
Well, this had been coming for a long, long time If I said I’m sorry, well, I’d be lying If you think I’ll never make it, well, you’d be wrong
What my heart needs now is rest So I’m packing up and I’m headed west My mind’s made up, I’ll put it to the test
Pushing myself and this old machine Burning fumes and what’s left of my dreams Let ‘em go ‘cause I don’t need no strings Just give me a road and a little gasoline
What my heart needs now is rest So I’m packing up and I’m headed west My mind’s made up, I’ll put it to the test
Pushing myself and this old machine Burning fumes and what’s left of my dreams Let ‘em go ‘cause I don’t 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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