We talked in circles 'til the words ran out
And it all came down to an angry shout
Shoe box full of old love letters
Well, this had been coming for a long, long time
Burning fumes and what's left of my dreams
Burning fumes and what's left of my dreams
If I said I'm sorry, well, I'd be lying
Pushing myself and this old machine
Pushing myself and this old machine
My mind's made up, I'll put it to the test
What my heart needs now is rest
So I'm packing up and I'm headed west
I'll tear each one till I feel better
Let 'em go 'cause I don't need no strings
My mind's made up, I'll put it to the test
Bye bye baby, that's the last I'll see of you
What my heart needs now is rest
What my heart needs now is rest
Burning fumes and what's left of my dreams
Pushing myself and this old machine
So I'm packing up and I'm headed west
Let 'em go 'cause I don't need no strings
And I won't look back 'cause I don't like the view
If you think I'll never make it, well, you'd be wrong
Before I knew it I was in third gear and gone
My mind's made up, I'll put it to the test
Let 'em go 'cause I don't need no strings
Just give me a road and a little gasoline
So I'm packing up and I'm headed west
Just give me a road and a little gasoline
Just give me a road and a little gasoline
