Memory

Written by: Charles Ruble

When I walked through the door,I could tell something was wrong,
The house was quiet,clothes all packed,everyone was gone.
Me and ole jack daniels sit and talked over the situation,
Thought about the mood I was in and came up with this conclusion.
I need to buy a car,one built for speed,
Something that goes real fast,to outrun you'r memory.
Smoke the tires down two-o-five,headin out of town,
Take it to one hundred and ten,so you'r memory can't run me down.
Traveled the roads from shore to shore,
Just can't outrun you'r memory anymore.
Have to get on home,face my misery,
Go back to an emty house and me.
Need to buy a car,one built for speed.
Need to put the nose in the wind and run back to you'r memory.
Need to grab the gears,mash that peddle to the floor,
Because I wont run from you'r memory anymore.