(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