I'm ready for a change
I'm sick of walking through the rain
I knew that there would come a day
I'd be ready
I've tiptoed around the glass
In the wake of our aftermath So I packed up all these memories
Old pictures of you and me
And I'm getting out of touch
Oh
I feel alive, I'm finally free
I'm flying over
you and me
And I can't afford the price I paid
So I packed up my Chevrolet
And I'm getting out of touch
Tired of this town So damn tired of this,
tired of this,
tired of this,
tired of this town
So take a tank of gas
No thank you sir,
I don't need a map
But I'd love that old tape of Tammy Wynette
And what the hell,
a pack of cigarettes
I'm getting out of touch
I'm ready for a change I'm sick of walking through the rain
So I packed up my Chevrolet And I'm getting out of touch
I'm getting out of touch