(Terri Clark/Gary Burr) Maybe it's been a little to long Holding it in, trying to be strong Funny the things we bottle up Come streaming out when
(Jann Arden Richards/Robert Foster) I?ve got money in my pocket I like the color of my hair I?ve got a friend who loves me Got a house, I?ve got
(Carlene Carter/Susanna Clark) There he goes, gone again Same old story's gotta come to an end Lovin' him was a one-way street But I'm getting off
(Terri Clark/Gary Burr) Well the sun sets in the west But as fast as you go, how would you know You're a busy boy, I guess Who just wants the gold
(Mary Chapin Carpenter/Kim Richey) Last thing I wanted was Someone who wants me so much I don't like nobody leaning on me Last thing I needed was
(Terri Clark/Gary Burr) We got our first McDonald's And it made the headline news In a town where no one locks their doors at night All the lights
(Terri Clark/Beth Nielsen Chapman/Annie Roboff) I've got an ice-cold cup of coffee And a paper I haven't read A canyon in my heart And a hammer in
(Terri Clark/Angelo) Love is such a big rush You wanna hurry it along 'Cause you can't get close enough And I know it wouldn't feel wrong But it
(Terri Clark/Angelo) I've been looking for a way to fill this empty place With everything from poetry to love in cyberspace I contemplate my future
(Terri Clark/Mary Chapin Carpenter) All this running nowhere fast All these faces that I pass All these souls that don't reach out Leave me feeling
(Tammy Rogers/Dean Miller) Throwin' pictures out the window Scattered by the way the wind blows Bye bye baby that's the last I'll see of you Shoebox
(Terri Clark/Mary Chapin Carpenter) I want a road stretching out before me I want a radio in my ear I want a full tank of absolution No fear I want
Maybe it's been a little too long Holding it in, trying to be strong Funny the things we bottle up Come streaming out when you feel enough There is a
There he goes, gone again Same old story's gotta come to an end Lovin' him was a one-way street But I'm gettin' off where the crossroads meet Quarter
All this runnin' nowhere fast All these faces that I pass All these souls that don't reach out Leave me feelin' so without I think you got here just
Well, the sun sets in the west But as fast as you go How would you know? You're a busy boy, I guess Who just wants the gold At the end of the road Think
Throwing pictures out the window Scattered by the way the wind blows Bye bye baby, that's the last I'll see of you Shoe box full of old love letters
Love is such a big rush You wanna hurry it along 'Cause you can't get close enough And I know it wouldn't feel wrong But it's all right going slowly
