A Little Gasoline

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