Besedila: Miranda Lambert. Witchita Falls.

Alone in a booth, in the Pioneer Cafe
I'm strung out from the road, a pillow in my hands
I sip the last straw from a cold cup of coffee
and try to sort out my feelings as good as I can
Two hours behind me theres a boy back in dallas
my phone will be ringing his afternoon call
but he'll get no answer, the queens left her palace
shes alone in a cafe in Witchita Falls


back out on the highway towards Oklahoma
I'm driving and crying and hating it all
this old chevroley is raising the sunset
and taking me further from Witchita Falls

I dont know where I'm going I have no direction

and all i can say is I've made up my mind
I just want to travel a long way from heartache
wherever it takes me I'll leave it behind
I guess that he thought i would stay there forever
living my life with my back to the wall
well maybe the waitress will send him that letter
I left on the table in Witchita Falls
I'm going somewhere other than Texas
a long way from Dallas in Witchita Falls

I'm taking the highway yeah I'm going somewhere