Gasoline

Bed on the window of a Greyhound bus
Everything I own just packed in my bag
Never really cared what they said about us
You can take what's left 'cause I left what I had

And it's gonna take more than gasoline to get where I'm going
And it's gonna take more than gasoline to get where I'm going

New Orleans to Pasadena
Now I'm meant to [?]
Folks back home been asking: Have you seen him?
This little light load gets heavy on me

And it's gonna take more than gasoline to get where I'm going
And it's gonna take more than gasoline to get where I'm going

And I can't help but forgive
All that bullshit they said about me
It just gets so hard to leave
When every turn is a dead end
It gets so hard to breathe
Yeah, oh, yeah

And it's gonna take more than gasoline to get where I'm going
And it's gonna take more than gasoline to get where I'm going