When she said goodbye Guess she meant i'll see you around At some party Or that shell station backing out White 4 runner Roll tide written on the plates I don't know how many more hey how ya been smiles I can fake I don't need more whiskey I don't need more smoke Thought gettin' gone would get her gone but now i know it won't so I need a bar where I know she won't show up I need a church where the preacher don't know us I could use that space she's been talkin' about Yeah if she ain't leaving then I need a bigger small town One we ain't been to With some dirt roads we ain't been down Some gasoline and a change of scene sounds good to me right now I don't need more whiskey I don't need more smoke I'm tired of being here tired of seeing her everywhere I go so Few more digits on that population sign Brand new zip code with a new county line