Gone
I'll be gone before you make it
Halfway to Vegas
On the road, you can't outrace it
I will be gone
I'll get home before the leaves fall
Snow hits the north wall
You can't even hear the birds call
They'll all be gone
I will be gone
If it wells up while we're sleeping
There's no safe keeping
For the love we have retreating
It will be gone
I will hear it when I need to
I had to leave you
Before it killed the things that we grew
Wrote them down wrong
I will be gone
If you're waiting on a blue sky
High pay and low tide
To be making up your lost mind
It will be gone
That'll be as far as we get
Past fear and regret
To the heart of where we both met
And we'll sing these songs
But I will be gone
Writer/s: Jenny Stockdale
