I know that all we've ever known. Is how to be the best of friends. And hangin' out and cuttin' up. Ain't as easy as it's been. . You know I've always loved you girl.
You packed your clothes and all your stuff. 'Til there was nothin' left of us. Guess what we had ain't enough. That map beside you on the seat. Is ridin' right where I wanna be.
A little money in the bank. A little gas in my tank. Enough to get me to the next little gig. Naw I ain't goin' broke but I ain't gettin' rich, yeah. Just waitin' on a gust of wind.