Wind blowing on my face Sidewalk flying beneath my bike A five year old's first taste Of what freedom's really like He was running right beside me His
2 a.m., dashboard lights Oh God, it seems I?ve been on the road all night Got momma?s picture on the seat beside me Oh, how I love what I left behind
I spent five years in faded cut off blue jeans Had dreams of living like a gypsy Made a few friends Fell head over for a delinquent, yeah I guess a lot
Sometimes my nails match my lips And my jeans hug my hips But I don't feel like doing all that right now He's on his way over And my hair's in a ponytail
There she was just seventeen Cryin' on the mornin' after He told her everything she wanted to hear All those drunken reasons that she had For givin'
Your cheatin' heart will make you weep You'll try and try and try to sleep But sleep won't come the whole night through Your cheatin' heart will tell
Last time I laid eyes on you I was burnin' your photograph That's the drastic kinda things you do When you're livin' through the aftermath of a love gone
I know I drive you crazy sometimes I know I throw out words like they were knives Real sharp knives I know just how to push your buttons Sometime I push
I'm a rock nobody can roll You say I got a heart as solid as stone I ain't lonely, just alone Yeah and I like it that way I've been burned with ashes
You spun that web baby, you made that bed baby You built that brick wall that you're running into, ooh, ooh You bare that cross baby, I pay the cost baby
I hear what you?re not saying loud ?n? clear I?ve long since stopped asking how you feel If I?m ever gonna be any closer to you Oh, what do I have to
Last time I laid eyes on you I was burnin' you're photograph Thats the drastic kinda things things you do When your livin' through the aftermath Of
2 am Dashboard lights Oh god it seems I?ve been on the road all night Got momma?s picture on the seat beside me Oh how I love what I left behind me But
I know I drive you crazy sometimes I know I through out words like they were knives real sharp knives I know just how to push your buttons sometime
Wind blowin' on my face Sidewalk flyin' beneath my bike A five year-old's first taste Of what freedom's really like He was runnin' right beside me His
