(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