| Alone in a booth, in the Pioneer Cafe
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| I’m strung out from the road, a pillow in my hands
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| I sip the last straw from a cold cup of coffee
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| and try to sort out my feelings as good as I can
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| Two hours behind me theres a boy back in dallas
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| my phone will be ringing his afternoon call
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| but he’ll get no answer, the queens left her palace
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| shes alone in a cafe in Witchita Falls
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| back out on the highway towards Oklahoma
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| I’m driving and crying and hating it all
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| this old chevroley is raising the sunset
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| and taking me further from Witchita Falls
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| I dont know where I’m going I have no direction
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| and all i can say is I’ve made up my mind
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| I just want to travel a long way from heartache
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| wherever it takes me I’ll leave it behind
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| I guess that he thought i would stay there forever
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| living my life with my back to the wall
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| well maybe the waitress will send him that letter
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| I left on the table in Witchita Falls
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| I’m going somewhere other than Texas
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| a long way from Dallas in Witchita Falls
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| I’m taking the highway yeah I’m going somewhere |