I left my home in Virginia 
I was looking for a place [bad word] 
I lived my life before you 
I lived my life and now it's done

So I grabbed my bags and took off 
Going where I hadn't been 
But for a moment I looked back 
To see the fire you were standing in

Cold wind keeps howling at my door. 
So I can't hear you anymore.

I left my duster in Memphis 
I left my cap on the sea 
I left my long hair in Portland 
Honey all you ever left was me

But I ain't begging for your pardon 
Or calling you down from that tree 
I'll let you be [bad word] 
If you turn that steering wheel free

Cold wind keeps howling at my door 
So I can't hear you anymore