Going Going Gone
There's a home up in the sky
I'm gonna climb to it by and by
I'm gonna walk these yellow lines
Till they turn to golden vines
I'm going, going, gone
I remember your eyes were soft
In the doorway as you saw me off
You said we're young and I'll admit
But we ain't that innocent
I'm going, going, gone
Black cloud falling on a field
Throwing rain on my windshield
But it don't matter cause I left behind
The type of vision that ran can blind
I'm going, going, gone
Can't keep no steady job
With an unsteady mind, my God
So I'm gonna walk these yellow lines
Till they turn to golden vines