There's trouble where I'm going but I'm gonna go there anyway I hate Sunday mornings 'cause they always seem to start this way I'm looking for a lighter, I already bought the cigarettes Guess I picked me up a habit on my way out of Lafayette Eastbound and down, I turn it up 'cause that's sure how I feel My mind is racin' through the pines, my hands are shaky on the steering wheel I'm going north on 59 but I know good and well I'm headed south 'Cause me and Birmingham don't have a history of working out What I lost in Louisiana I found back in Alabama But nobody ever taught me how to stay It ain't love that I'm chasin' but I'm runnin' just in case I ain't unpacked my suitcase since the day that I turned twenty-one It's been a long ten years since then, it's getting kinda cumbersome The first one and the last one and the one that's got my name in ink The smoker and the filer and the one in every song I sing What I lost in Lubbock, Texas I looked for in all the rest But I guess no one ever taught me how to stay It ain't love that I'm chasin' but I'm runnin' just in case I carried him around with me, I don't mind having scars Happiness ain't prison but there's freedom in a broken heart