this river of road it don t flow like it used to but it s more of a home than anywhere that i ve ridden it to and we used to dream together but now i drink alone and from the bottle to the tumbler is the only journey left i know and in my memory s depths i retrace my steps i cannot find where i went wrong it was one fast move or i m gone i found out at an early age i could make anything disappear or cease to exist if i turned my back to it and the interstates they don t connect where you are to what you ve left and the ghosts of our dreams haunt the roads in between though nothing could compare to the love we share it just didn t have a place to belong it was one fast move or i m gone one fast move or i m gone one fast move or i m gone