I'm gone, I'm goneI'm gone, so longI've cleaned my roomI've gathered up my thingsI've freed the dog andI've taken off my ringsI'll send a noteFrom the land of tire swingsOh I'll be happy thereI'm gone, I'm goneI'm gone, so longYou keep the mapsI won't be needing themWhen I arriveI'm forgetting where I've beenI'm going toWhere the burning highway endsAnd there I'll make my homeI'm gone, I'm goneI'm gone, so longI've got to flyTo buy a head start on the hurtThe lemon dropsIn the pocket of my shirtWill lead me to where the streetsAre paved with dirtI've had enough of goldI'm gone, I'm goneI'm gone, so long