© Meesa Caudill
Fingers cramping from gripping this steering wheel-
legs are numb, gas pedal's the only thing I feel.
Broke off the rear-view, can't look back now-
making you part of the past, gettin' out of this town.
Saying goodbye was just too hard to do-
easier to pack my bags and sneak out on you.
I left a note on the bedroom door,
telling you why I can't do this anymore.
I was a coward, but your tears are too much to bear-
and if I looked into your eyes I'd never go anywhere.
So I'll follow my heart and see where the blacktop leads.
I can't give you all of my love, you can't give me what I need.
Now it's just me and my demons on this dark, open road-
running away from love again because of my gypsy soul.
They say to follow your heart and it won't steer you wrong-
but each time I follow it I end up alone.
Maybe this old soul is just destined to fly-
'cause when love gets too close I tell it goodbye.
Should've been a trucker as much as I run-
get too close to my heart, I'm like a bullet from a gun.
I always take off before I know where to land,
no destination in mind, completely unplanned.
It's better this way, you'll find someone new,
one who can give the love I could never give to you.
So I'm following my heart to see where the blacktop leads.
I couldn't give you all of my love, you couldn't give me what I need.
Now it's just me and my demons on this dark, open road-
running away from love again because of my gypsy soul.
