better off gone

i can see there's no easy way out

a paper cup half-full of gin

behind the wheel of a lincoln continental

driving down your street again

i take your ghost out on the freeway

out from the memory of your leaving

a thousand miles till the day break over tulsa

where no one's heard about you

'cause one of these days you're gonna be with somebody

and i

i don't wanna hurt no one

gonna let these horses run straight in to the morning sun

i'm better off gone

yeah

yeah

i'm better off gone

yeah

yeah

out in the rhythm of the white lies

just the inner state of me

i place my bet on a hand that i was winning

and it made a loser out of me

'cause one of these days you're gonna be with somebody

and i

i don't wanna hurt no one

gonna let these horses run straight in to the morning sun

'cause i'm better off gone

yeah

yeah

yeah

'cause one of these days you're gonna be with somebody

and i

i don't wanna hurt no one

gonna let these horses run straight in to the morning sun

yeah

and like a bullet from a gun

you see

yeah

i'm better off gone

yeah

yeah

i'm better off gone

yeah

yeah

better off gone

better off gone