Nothing Left To Burn

I've burned every highway down 'til I burned out

I've been with and I've damn sure been without

I've been pawnshop rings and Goodwill jeans

Wagon wheels and limousines and gasoline

I've burned rubber, I've burned bridges

Took a match to my own pictures

I'd smoke it down if it would make a flame

It keeps you warm for a minute

But it don't make no difference

'Cause it all goes to ash when it's your turn

When you're cold and you've got nothing left to burn

There's some things you do you can't take back

And there's some things that's best left in the past

And all my sorrys go up with the embers

But I still remember

I've burned rubber, I've burned bridges

Took a match to my own pictures

I'd smoke it down if it would make a flame

It keeps you warm for a minute

But it don't make no difference

'Cause it all goes to ash when it's your turn

When you're cold and you've got nothing left to burn

Oh, nothing left to burn

I've burned rubber, I've burned bridges

Took a match to my own pictures

I'd smoke it down if it would make a flame

It keeps you warm for a minute

But it don't make no difference

'Cause it all goes to ash when it's your turn

When you're cold and you've got nothing

When you're cold and you've got nothing left

When you're cold and you've got nothing left to burn