No Direction

I got a Western way of leaving
A Southern style of believing
My Northern star for living, a weathered intuition
To fill the rearview mirror
With miles of Eastern pines
But I got no direction if I can't call you mine

Hmm-mm-mm-mm

Coffee's cold, the diner's getting loud
My angel in my ear says, "Let's break out of this crowd"
It's time to go
Well, that ain't nothing new
So, I'll just head on out of view, down the road a stone or two

With my Western way of leaving
A Southern style of believing
My Northern star for living, a weathered intuition
To fill the rearview mirror
With miles of Eastern pines
But I got no direction if I can't call you mine

Hmm-mm-mm-mm
Hmm-mm-mm-mm

If you're gone, don't be gone for good
I'd turn back the time every morning if I could
So, here I lay
Watch the fan blade cut a breeze
I dust off your memory
'Cause I can't change what's come to be

I got a Western way of leaving
A Southern style of believing
My Northern star for living, a weathered intuition
To fill the rearview mirror
With miles of Eastern pines
But I got no direction if I can't call you mine
Oh, I got no direction if I can't call you mine

Hmm-mm-mm-mm
Hmm-mm-mm-mm