driving out of town
on roads that do not bend
i’m on my way away from you
the gloves are off
the window’s halfway down
the radio’s on AM
i’m on my way away from you
i’m not enough

i’ve got my lucky shirt
the green one with the 8-ball
you gave it to me years ago
it smells like you
and a cooler full of dirt
from that virginia fall
you gave it to me years ago
it’s nothing new

otherwise i’m empty
and my tank is running low
i’d stop but i’m too tired
i’d only sleep
the reason for this journey
counts in all the miles to go
i’d stop but i’m too tired
i’ve got to keep

moving

my eyesight’s nearly gone
i didn’t see it coming
i can’t seem to stop hitting things
the gloves are off
the road has been too long
but i find that i’m still running
i can’t seem to stop hitting things
i’m not enough

i’m never going back
that was made quite clear to me
in the letter that you wrote
it smells like you
and now i see the lack
of any possibility
in the letter that you wrote
it’s nothing new

driving out of town
on roads that go nowhere
i’m on my way away from you
wish i could sleep
the window’s fully down
and the songs all seem so bare
i’m on my way away from you
i’ve got to keep

the gloves are off i’m not enough
i smell like you it’s nothing new
just wanna sleep but gotta keep on

moving