Running Out Of Road
Got lost in the corridor Taste of bourbon in the air Drove up through the canyons Thought I'd find some magic there Though the ocean waves crash on my face In the Gulf of Mexico Don't matter where I am You're everywhere I go I've got a full tank of gas But my hearts on empty Windows down, radio loud But I just wanna scream I keep trying to find a place Where I won't find your ghost But I keep running, I keep running Running out of road Hungover in Charleston You were pounding in my head I met a guy in Brooklyn But I felt you in his bed I pray to God, I curse your name But nothing's worked so far Don't matter where I am 'Cause baby there you are I've got a full tank of gas But my hearts on empty Windows down, radio loud But I just wanna scream I keep trying to find a place Where I won't find your ghost But I keep running, I keep running Running out of road In my dreams, in my thoughts In my veins, in my soul In the sky, in the ground No, you won...