There's trouble where I'm going But I'm gonna go there anyway I hate Sunday mornings 'cause They always seem to start this way I'm looking for a ladder I already bought the cigarettes Guess I'll pick me up to Heaven On my way out of laughing He spell it down, I turn it up ‘cause I for sure know how I feel My mind is racing through the palms My hands are shaking on the steering wheel I'm going north on 15th Ave But I'm no good on where I'm headed South 'Cause me and burning hand don't have the history of working out What I've lost in Louisiana I found back in Alabama But nobody ever thought me how to stay It ain't love that I'm chasing, but I'm runnin' just in case I even packed my suitcase the day that I turned 21 It's been a long ten years since then It's getting kind of [?] The first one and the last one, and the one that's got my name in it The smoker, and the fire, and the one in every song I sing What I've lost in leather taxi, I looked forward on the rest But I guess no one ever thought me how to stay It ain't love that I'm chasing, but I'm runnin' just in case I carry it around with me I don't mind having scars Happiness ain't prison, But there's freedom in a broken heart