No Direction Lyrics

I gotta Western way of leaving
A Southern style o' believing
My Northern star for living, a weathered intuition
To fill the rear-view mirror
With miles of Eastern pines
But I got no direction if I can't call you mine
Hmm-mm-mm

Coffee's cold, the diner's getting loud
The angel in my ear says, "Let's break out of this crowd"
It's time to go, well, that ain't nothing new
So I'll just head on out of view, down the road a stone or two

With my Western way of leaving
A Southern style o' believing
My Northern star for living, a weathered intuition
To fill the rear-view mirror
With miles of Eastern pines
But I got no direction if I can't call you mine
Hmm-mm-mm
Hmm-mm-mm

If you're gone, don't be gone for good
I'd turn back the time every morning if I could
So here I lay, watch the fan blade cut a breeze
I dust off your memory
'Cause I can't change what's come to be

I gotta Western way of leaving
A Southern style o' believing
My Northern star for living, a weathered intuition
To fill the rear-view mirror
With miles of Eastern pines
But I got no direction if I can't call you mine
Oh, I got no direction if I can't call you mine
Hmm-mm-mm
Hmm-mm-mm