Leave
I'm southbound on the parkway
Driving through the dead of night
Re-thinking every choice i've made
The times i've hit just left of right
I wonder why I can't feel nothing
I wonder if I've gone insane
I wonder if she really loves me
As bad as that hurts me to say
Darlin', I don't know where we'll be going
Ain't made much of myself worth showing
To you I'll render my last tender
If tattered hearts could meet their mender
What do you say we just hit the road?
I'll turn miles while you sleep
Shooting stars in my back seat
What if we never come home
Nothing here but living hell
Reckon that we might as well
Leave
They're paying pipers but not pickers
And only if you'll kiss the hand
But, I ain't made to play on the radio
And I won't bow before no man
The sleep it comes in waves
More like ripples i would say
For the bags under my eyes
Every day, a darker shade
Days go faster, time is flying
Left behind and she's left crying
Who knows how our story ends
But, at least a story we'll have, my friend
What do you say we just hit the road?
I'll turn miles while you sleep
Shooting stars in my back seat
What if we never come home
Nothing here but living hell
Reckon that we might as well
Leave
Driving through the dead of night
Re-thinking every choice i've made
The times i've hit just left of right
I wonder why I can't feel nothing
I wonder if I've gone insane
I wonder if she really loves me
As bad as that hurts me to say
Darlin', I don't know where we'll be going
Ain't made much of myself worth showing
To you I'll render my last tender
If tattered hearts could meet their mender
What do you say we just hit the road?
I'll turn miles while you sleep
Shooting stars in my back seat
What if we never come home
Nothing here but living hell
Reckon that we might as well
Leave
They're paying pipers but not pickers
And only if you'll kiss the hand
But, I ain't made to play on the radio
And I won't bow before no man
The sleep it comes in waves
More like ripples i would say
For the bags under my eyes
Every day, a darker shade
Days go faster, time is flying
Left behind and she's left crying
Who knows how our story ends
But, at least a story we'll have, my friend
What do you say we just hit the road?
I'll turn miles while you sleep
Shooting stars in my back seat
What if we never come home
Nothing here but living hell
Reckon that we might as well
Leave
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Writer(s): Garrett Chaney
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