Good at Gone

A million stars dance with the tail lights in my windshield

I send a prayer out on the wind

Nothing but FM and a Martin in this pickup

Still I can’t help but grin

Don’t know if I’ve been down this stretch of asphalt before

It’s bound to lead to better days

Cause everywhere I’ve been was just another slammed door

The next town can’t be the same

Ooooh

I don’t look out the back to where the hurt is

Ooooh

The bridges all burned down that lead to home

Ooooh

I ain’t no good for how my mama raised me

Ooooh

And I’m just so good at gone

I don’t go round the world just looking for trouble

But I find trouble just the same

Even though Eisenhower built these lonesome highways

From the lonesome I’m to blame

Ooooh

Ooooh

I don’t look out the back to where the hurt is

Ooooh

The bridges all burned down that lead to home

Ooooh

I ain’t no good for how my mama raised me

Ooooh

And I’m just so good at gone

Ooooh and I’m just so good at gone