Summer Russell: Music

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The storm is miles away, you said
As you stepped into the rain
Looked over your shoulder
And disappeared again
But your ghost rose up at break of day
And tailed me down the interstate
With the radio up loud to drown the din

I don't care where I'm going tomorrow
If I can stop going out of my mind
Got my foot on the floor
But I can't seem to get you behind me
Got my foot on the floor
But I can't seem to leave you behind

The road rolls out the red, red sun
Coming in at number one:
Everything is gonna be alright
I hold the wheel and sing along
Sometimes I can be so strong
But I still can't keep from dreaming every night

I don't care where I'm going tomorrow
If I can stop going out of my mind
Got my foot on the floor
But I can't seem to get you behind me
Got my foot on the floor
But I can't seem to leave you behind

I wrote your name and I tore it apart
All folded up in a paper heart
In a hotel room in Denver yesterday
But you haven't even thought my name
Since the night I drove myself away
And I wonder why I care, but I can't say

Did you think that I wouldn't remember
Did I think that you wouldn't forget?
Did I think it was gonna be easier
Leaving like this?

I don't care where I'm going tomorrow
If I can stop going out of my mind
Got my foot on the floor
But I can't seem to get you behind me
I don't care where I'm going tomorrow
If I can stop going out of my mind
Got my foot on the floor
But I can't seem to get you behind me
Got my foot on the floor
But I can't seem to get you behind me
Got my foot on the floor
But I can't seem to leave you behind