Gone Gone Gone (Turnpike Troubadours)

You had your hands on the wheel I stood on the street 'neath the telephone lines Well you took everything you could steal You came & you went like a thief in the night And I ran for the hills so you couldn't kill me but damn you cut close to the bone You can call me a fool you can call me alone call me gone gone gone and this heavy old heart it's as steady as stone call me gone gone gone Well the suns gonna rise in the east and I'm bound to stumble on a Saturday night passion is painful but it's free love is a mean hateful business sometimes And I ran for the hills so you couldn't kill me but damn you cut close to the bone I throw the horses some feed I warm my hands up to a hickory fire I'm hanging on to the heat Love is a cold institution sometimes and I'm all full of guilt and my heart is all black selling my soul for a pat on the back you can call me a fool you can call me alone call me gone gone gone call me gone gone gone call me gone gone gone