Besedila: Chris Cagle. Anywhere But Here. When I Get There.

Well you can have the truck and the stuff
Baby, you can have the house
Yeah, you and your lawyer and your new boyfriend
Can all sort it out
What?s left of my pride and these two wheels are all I need
To take me away from somewhere I don?t wanna be
Baby I?m gone
When you read these words, I?ll be a blue of chrome
I wanna ride, watch the heat waves rise
I wanna feel the sun on my face and the wind in my hair
I?ll know where I?m goin?
When I get there
From what I hear, the beer is cheap down in Mexico
I wouldn?t mind bein? where they speak a language I don? know
The altitude of the Rockies might be what I need
If anybody eve asks about what happened to me
Tell ?em I?m gone
When you read these words, I?ll be a blur of chrome
I wanna ride, watch the heat waves rise
I need to feel the sun n my face and the wind in my hair
I?ll know where I?m goin?
When I get there
And if I miss a turn, it won?t make a bit of difference
Baby, where we?re concerned, all I need is distance
Baby, I?m gone
I need to feel the sun on my face and the wind in my hair
I?ll know where I?m goin?
When I get there
Baby I?m gone
Ooh, gone
Oh, I?m going, yeah
I?m taking my heart and I?m hittin? the road of these two wheels
Baby, I?m gone
Gone, gone, gone
Baby, I?m gone, gone, gone, yeah