Lyrics

Got the message on a Tuesday
Had her bags packed in three days time
TripTik and a pick-up truck
Headin? for the Mason-Dixon line
Every exits like a second thought, an echo from behind
She?s running fast through her convictions
Trying to map the undefined

You can find peace on the open road
A new release for an old soul
When there are places that you outgrow
You gotta go

When she reached her destination, a pocket full of change
A beat up TripTik and a pick-up truck were all she had to name
So she settled down in Georgia searching for the miner?s gold
A set of dreams held in her pocket new convictions in their fold

You gotta go

Standing on this higher ground your steps begin to fall
How can you find something new when you never try at all

You can find peace on the open road
A new release for an old soul
When there are places that you outgrow
You gotta go