I'll pack my suitcase
You get the door
I've got this greyhound bus
And you don't got me anymore
I'm a little bit crazy
But I've got this band
And we can play our music around the world
And I don't need you to hold my hand.
We've got a gig in Frisco Bay
Though the Golden Gate is red
I bought a good luck charm in ChinaTown
And its hanging right above my bed
I spent a little time trading lines
With the cats in New Orleans
And those Cajuns dance and play the blues
And sure know what trouble means.
Don't look at me that way
Got to head on down this road
Take your broken heart back home
I don't know where I'm gonna go
But that don't mean I should stay
I'll keep these boots a-walkin' til I reach my grave
I gotta take it slow
This heart just needs some time to grow.
Sleepin' on a subway
Riding on a train
Drivin up a northbound turnpike
Walking in the pouring rain
Catchin me a taxicab
A hoppin' on a plane
Lord it makes no difference how it goes
Just as long as I'm on my way.
I've done packed my suitcase
Why don't you open up the door
I've got this greyhound bus
And you don't got me anymore
You could make this easy
You could make this harder
I've got songs to sing and dreams to make
And boy that's just the way things are.
Don't look at me that way
Got to head on down this road
Take your broken heart back home
I don't know where I'm gonna go
But that don't mean I should stay
I'll keep these boots a-walkin' til I reach my grave
I gotta take it slow
This heart just needs some time to grow.