Texty: The Devil Makes Three. Car Wreck.

He grew up in a one horse town,
wasn't much to do since all the bars had closed down.
He'd stare up to the stars sometimes when no one was around,
and he'd dream of getting out.

So he bought himself a pickup truck that was covered up in rust,
he found a buddy to fill the shotgun seat that was someone he could trust,
and they hit the gas and headed west out to the setting sun,
when the dust had cleared, they was gone.

Chorus:
Well leavin' just came natural,
that's the way it seemed to him.
He'd been doing it so long that's the way he'd always been,
and you can find him in some hotel room with the television on.
He might be high and he'll probably ramble on.
You can laugh beneath fluorescent lights and drink until the dawn,
but in the morning, in the morning when you wake up he'll be gone.

So he met a girl in a town along the way,
she had beautiful brown eyes and a place that he could stay.
So he fell in love and she fell in love in kind,
it was so perfect that of course he lost his mind.
He snuck out of the kitchen one day before the dawn,
she called out after him and ran across the lawn,
and he said some things that he didn't mean,
that he'd best be travelin' on,
she shed some tears and he was gone.

Chorus:
Well leavin' just came natural,
that's the way it seemed to him.
He'd been doing it so long that's the way he'd always been,
and you can find him in some hotel room with the television on.
He might be high and he'll probably ramble on.
You can laugh beneath fluorescent lights and drink until the dawn,
but in the morning, in the morning when you wake up he'll be gone.

Eighteen years later and fifteen-hundred miles from home,
he can't shake her from his mind though the whiskey soaks his bones.
He heads out on a back road in the middle of the night,
pedal to the metal, you know he timed that curve just right.
But some bridges you cross over but the rest you've got to burn,
he may have lost the road but I know he made his turn,
and as we pulled him from the wreckage I promised him a song,
'cause it was clear that he was gone.

Chorus:
Well leavin' just came natural,
that's the way it seemed to him.
He'd been doing it so long that's the way he'd always been,
and you can find him in some hotel with the television on,
he might be high and he'll probably ramble on.
You can laugh beneath fluorescent lights and drink until the dawn,
but in the morning, in the morning when you wake up he'll be gone.

In the morning, in the morning when you wake up he'll be gone.