Lyrics Garth Brooks

Garth Brooks

Tacoma

I’m leaving

Words fall out my mouth

And onto the floor

I’m needing

To pack up my bags and walk right out the door

This is goodbye

I’ll roll the windows down

My old Chevrolet

Don’t know where I’m going

I just know I can’t stay

Might make it to Memphis

But that ain’t far enough

I speed down the highway to Tulsa, Mizzoula

So fast that the hurt can’t catch up

I’m burning your memory

One mile at a time

All the way to Tacoma

By then I hope you’re out of my mind

I’m thinking

With a truck stop song and a cold cup of coffee

I’m drinking

Yeah I’m hurting like hell

But honey how could I not be

You make me

Oh the joke and the fool

The last one to know so I’m gonna put

Mountains and deserts and rivers between us

Go as far as I can go

Might make it to Memphis

But that ain’t far enough

I speed down the highway to Tulsa, Mizzoula

So fast that the hurt can’t catch up

I’m burning your memory

One mile at a time

All the way to Tacoma

By then I hope you’re out of my mind

Might be some tears in Topeka

A couple of sleepless nights in Cheyenne

And the time I miss you

I’ll hit the gas as fast as I can

Might make it to Memphis

The Kansas City line

All the way to Tacoma

By then I hope you’re out of my mind

All the way to Tacoma

By then I hope you’re out of my mind