I'm Gone

I'm gone, I'm gone

I'm gone, so long

I've cleaned my room

I've gathered up my things

I've freed the dog and

I've taken off my rings

I'll send a note

From the land of tire swings

Oh I'll be happy there

I'm gone, I'm gone

I'm gone, so long

You keep the maps

I won't be needing them

When I arrive

I'm forgetting where I've been

I'm going to

Where the burning highway ends

And there I'll make my home

I'm gone, I'm gone

I'm gone, so long

I've got to fly

To buy a head start on the hurt

The lemon drops

In the pocket of my shirt

Will lead me to where the streets

Are paved with dirt

I've had enough of gold

I'm gone, I'm gone

I'm gone, so long