It was one of those days when you can't help but drive into a storm
I was running wide open when it started to pour
Set my mouth in motion; never touched the brakes
I was averaging about ten miles a mistake
Racing down the highway, guess I made my mark
Stripped gears and a broken heart
She was jumping out of her seat before I came to a stop
She slammed the door so hard I felt the whole car rock
Her suitcase in her hand, I knew she wasn't turning back
The place she told me to go is not on my map
Racing down the highway, guess I made my mark
Stripped gears and a broken heart
I popped the clutch and left my goodbye on the road
Drove hard until I found somewhere to go
I didn't mean to hurt her; I was just speaking my mind
But I ran over her heart just driving blind
Several miles the wiser; but too far to go back
She's moving on; I'm stuck here in my tracks
My pride still riding shotgun; forcing me to drive
It seems all I do is tear things up inside
Racing down the highway, guess I made my mark
Stripped gears and a broken heart
Stripped gears and a broken heart
Stripped gears and a broken heart
Stripped gears and a broken heart
Stripped gears and a broken heart