It's killin' me to write the word 'Goodbye'
I've wadded up
I'm on a red dirt road windin' up to a
Down the drain pipe 'cross the yard and through the
I had a heck of a time gettin' into my
You spun your web back a Sunday or two
I ain't
I heard the rumor that we're callin' it off and
Well I ain't proud of what I'm about to do
All
I can feel your goodbye comin'
Like a storm up from
It was about five 'til five on Friday
And we were
Well, I don't know why I came here tonight
I got
You know the cards are stacked against this
As we surrender
Runnin' from the rate race just as fast as I
