Throwing 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 `til I feel better
And I won`t look back
`Cause I don`t like the view
Chorus:
What my heart needs now is rest
So I`m packin` 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 was 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