I got a full tank of gas and a high limit credit card, Throw my guitar in the back, get behind the wheel and drive far. Gonna leave my past behind me, no one's gonna find me. No one's gonna know who I am. I've got my reservation ready, destination nowhere's land. I'm trying hard to erase what's written down in permanent pen. Can't turn back time, can't make things the way they were then. But this car makes me free; this car is like me, In disguise from who I am. I've got my reservation ready; destination nowhere's land. Pretending my blue pinto is a pink Cadillac, Ain't no one can convince me that I will be coming back, There's no use in trying to fix what is broke, When it's shattered all to bits, Crazy glue is just a joke. I got a full tank of gas and a high limit credit card, I don't need a suitcase just need my old guitar, I'll imagine what it's like, to start a new life, To leave behind who I am, I've got my reservation ready, destination nowhere's land. Pretending my blue pinto is a red mustang Pretending I don't hear it rattle and clang Pretending I'm driving a purple corvette, I'm down but I'm not out, Things ain't over yet. I got a full tank of gas and a high limit credit card, I got a mind full of dreams and a wish on a shooting star, They might think that I'm nuts, might think I've got guts, To chuck everything that I am, I've got my reservation ready; destination nowhere's land. I've got my reservation ready; destination nowhere's land. Got my reservation ready, destination nowhere's land.
