I`m gone, I`m gone
I`m gone, so long
I`ve cleaned my room
I`ve gathered up my things
I`ve freed the dog and
I`ve taken off my rings
I`ll send a note
From the land of tire swings
Oh I`ll be happy there
I`m gone, I`m gone
I`m gone, so long
You keep the maps
I won`t be needing them
When I arrive
I`m forgetting where I`ve been
I`m going to
Where the burning highway ends
And there I`ll make my home
I`m gone, I`m gone
I`m gone, so long
I`ve got to fly
To buy a head start on the hurt
The lemon drops
In the pocket of my shirt
Will lead me to where the streets
Are paved with dirt
I`ve had enough of gold
I`m gone, I`m gone
I`m gone, so long