No I don't think I want to see you;
It could never be the same
I've found another way of living;
And I barely recall your name.
Though the road's been lonely;
And though my life is filled with pain
All I can do is keep on trucking;
And I'll be flying high again.
I've been rolling down that highway;
I'm as free as a bird
All my friends know I'm a rambler;
I'm every song you've never heard.
I'm sure this song will hurt your feelings;
But then again why should I care?
I'm a million miles away now;
With no time left for what we shared.