I tried going west, where the sky meets the sun,
Where the edge of the world always been
As far from this place as a girl gets to run,
When her reasons to stay have once said.
Out there the days were so bright and so blue,
Yet, I missed all my thunder and rain.
Waiting the storm come soon
A hot afternoon washing away every stain.
When my maps pointed north
They were calling for snow to cover all sounds and all sights.
But tell me where on this earth does all that noise go
Underneath all of that white?
The fog scares the mansion, I dug out my truck,
By the time the storm appeared, I was gone.
Back on the road with the radio on,
Singing at the top of my lungs.
Driving and crying and driving some more
Oh, the south is a good place to hide.
Hard nights and cold days and creaky screen doors
And the motels faking sea side.
A letter a day I wrote back home to you,
But not one you ever received.
'Cause I can't stand the man that lies like you do
And I can't bare a woman who bleeds.
Monday at dawn, I have plenty of roads,
Without reasons to run.
Like a horse to the barn I was held back to go
As fast, going back as I could.
"Going home" was the song that I sang
As I pulled in just before dark.
And there was only a hook where your coat used to hang
And that's where I hung up my heart.
I tried going west, where the sky meets the sun.
Where the edge of the world always been
As far from this place as a girl gets to run,
When her reasons to stay have once said.
Out there the days were so bright and so blue,
Yet, I missed all my thunder and rain.
Waiting the storm come soon
A hot afternoon washing away every stain.
When my maps pointed north
They were calling for snow to cover all sounds and all sights.
But tell me where on this earth does all that noise go
Underneath all of that white?
The fog scares the mansion, I dug out my truck,
By the time the storm appeared, I was gone.
Back on the road with the radio on,
Singing at the top of my lungs.
Driving and crying and driving some more
Oh, the south is a good place to hide.
Hard nights and cold days and creaky screen doors
And the motels faking sea side.
A letter a day I wrote back home to you,
But not one you ever received.
'Cause I can't stand the man that lies like you do
And I can't bare a woman who bleeds.
Monday at dawn, I have plenty of roads,
Without reasons to run.
Like a horse to the barn I was held back to go
As fast, going back as I could.
"Going home" was the song that I sang
As I pulled in just before dark.
And there was only a hook where your coat used to hang
And that's where I hung up my heart.
I tried going west, where the sky meets the sun.