Got my old truck loaded right up with boxes and guitars
Headlights pointed out the drive to who knows where
Next to me in that shotgun seat, suitcase, and tequila
I'm rolling through the early morning streetlight glare
Pictures in my head are all of her I'm taking with me
Rest of it I left back in that house
Tomorrow when she wakes up, I wonder if she'll miss me
This time I ain't hanging around to find out
I'm gonna drive until the wheels fall off this old truck in my heart
If forever's gonna end like that, I guess I'd better start
The rest of my life, like the best times up around the bend
Oh, on my own again
I could turn left to California or right to New York City
Hell, I could go to Mexico right now if I want to
And I know it might get lonely on my way out of here
But as long as the windshield's bigger than the rearview mirror
I'm gonna drive until the wheels fall off this old truck in my heart
If forever's gonna end like that, I guess I'd better start
The rest of my life, like the best times up around the bend
Oh, on my own again
Young and wild and free, riding like the wind
Learning how to be on my own again
On my own again, hmm, hmm
I'm gonna drive until the wheels fall off this old truck in my heart
If forever's gonna end like that, I guess I'd better start
The rest of my life, like the best times up around the bend
Oh, on my own again
I'm out here on my own again
On my own again, hmm, hmm
