Im on a white line runnin down the interstate.
Tryin to wipe away the rain thats runnin down my face.
Goin any old ware, any old place, just some place else.
By now you know, that Im not there, and if you dont know why.
Well, cant you see the tears it took for me to say good-bye.
Yeah, I left a few on your old sweater.
I watched them fall on a love sick letters
and I cried a river, cried a mile wide one
Id even cried some crocodile ones.
But from out here you cant hear me callin.
and you wont see me when I start fallin,
Cause this time, baby the next time, that I do,
Ill be a far cry from you.
In a moment of truth, its a matter of fact.
Theres only one way to go, and that aint goin back.
So I aint stopped since I stopped for gas, a hundred miles ago.
And right now Im caught somewhere between gone and gone for good.
And these tears will dry, but there have been times I wondered if they would.
Yeah, I left a few on your old sweater.
I watched them fall on a love sick letters
and I cried a river, cried a mile wide one
Id even cried some crocodile ones.
But from out here you cant hear me callin.
And you wont see me when I start fallin,
Cause this time, baby the next time, that I do,
Ill be a far cry from you.
Yeah, from out here you cant hear me callin.
And you wont see me when I start fallin,
Cause this time, baby the next time, that I do,
Ill be a far cry from you.