(Tammy Rogers/Dean Miller)
Throwin` pictures out the window
Scattered by the way the wind blows
Bye bye baby that`s the last I`ll see of you
Shoebox 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 packin up and I`m headed west
My mind`s made up I put it to the test
Pushin myself and this old machine
Burnin 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 till the words ran out
And it all came down to an angry shout
Before I knew it I was in 3rd gear and gone
Well this has been comin for a long long time
If I said I`m sorry well I`d be lyin
If you think I`d never make it well you`d be wrong
What my heart needs now is rest
So I`m packin up and I`m headed west
My mind`s made up I put it to the test
Pushin myself and this old machine
Burnin 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