How can I live? How can I live without you? I would go anywhere with you I would go when you ask me to I'm going back east where I belong Where I belong We’ve been riding up mountains Turning corners in our lives We would have taken any buses

We’re going nowhere How can I love you boy if you’re going nowhere Leave, you are not the boy you said you’d be I’m tired of asking myself why Time for me to move on And it’s so hard for me to breathe Bye, don’t have the strength to see you cry Sick of

Ain't no going back now This is the line and I walk alone Know where I wanna be, but I'm far from home Just trying to make it on my own And unless they send me clothes, I don't answer phones This is the line, and I walk alone Don't know where I'm at now

I'm going with you babe, going with you babe Wherever you go Go, going, going, oh Luck of the draw You, that's my lottery won A gem in the rough I could be your finishing touch So wherever you go I will and I must, oh

Every night, I'll make it up to you (you, you) Every night, I'll make it up to you It seems like we're going nowhere You're crying inside your bedroom Baby I know it's not fair I'll make it up to you (you, you) Took your heart, took your hand Promised

I ain't never seen no whiskey, the blues made me sloppy drunk I went upstairs to pack my leavin' trunk I ain't see no blues, whiskey made me sloppy drunk I'm going back to Memphis babe, where I'll have much better luck Look out Mama you know you asked me

I'm running, running Got me running, running, ooh Now I'm running for my life Been too many miles Tryna find the road to you 'Cause you, you just wanna drive With no place in mind Where the hell we going to, oh? I just can't ignore it

Motivated (motivated) Ah, I'm motivated (motivated) Motivated, ah Take your best shot I ain't going nowhere, nowhere Y'all ain't ready, rewind that back I've been, I've been doing this a long time I mean over half my life It's awesome for me to be able

It ain't love that I'm chasin' but I'm runnin' just in case 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

When I'm gone You will miss me Yeah, real as the rider on the storm The silence where I'm going A violence well tell you Lord, you'll miss, you will miss me When I'm gone (Oh, oh) Yeah, real as the promise I've been making