There's trouble where I'm going, but I'm gonna go there anyway

I hate sunday mornings cause they always seem to start this way.

I'm looking for a lighter, I already bought the cigarettes

Guess I picked me up a habit on my way out of lafayette.

Eastbound and down

I turn it up cause thats sure how I feel.

My mind is racing through the pines

My hands are shaky on the stirring wheel.

I'm going north on 59, but I know good and well I'm heading south

Cause me and birmingham don't have a history of working out.

What I lost in louisiana

I found back in alabama

But nobody ever taught me how to stay

It ain't love that I'm chasing

But I'm runnin' just in case.

I ain't unpacked my suitcase since the day that I turned 21

It's been a long ten years since then, it's getting kind of cumbersome.

The first one, and the last one, and the one thats got my name in ink

The smoker, and the fighter, and the one in every song I sing.

What I lost in lubbock texas

I look for in all the rest

But I guess no one ever taught me how to stay

It ain't love that I'm chasing

But I'm runnin' just in case.

I carry them around with me, I don't mind having scars

Happiness ain't prison, but there's freedom in a broken heart.