There are too many ghosts in the attic
Too many closets full of skeleton bones
Too many statues lying silent in the garden
That’s why I have to leave home

Giddy-up, giddy-up! Giddy-up, giddy-up!
Giddy-up, giddy-up! Giddy-up, giddy-up!

I’m headed for the highway in my old beat-up Chevy and I’m never gonna go back there
I love the feel of this steering wheel and the wind blowing through my hair - I’m not going back there

Giddy-up, giddy-up! Giddy-up, giddy-up! – Yee ha! Yee ha!

If I fill my mouth with words, I can forget what I remember
If I fill my bank with coins, I can become my own true master
If I fill my time with doing, then I won’t feel anything
The world turns faster and faster and faster
Away from this disaster, yes I’m turning faster, faster
Oh away from this disaster, yes I’m turning faster, faster

And I’m headed for the highway in my old beat-up Chevy and I’m never gonna go back there
I love the feel of this steering wheel and the wind blowing through my hair - I’m not going back -

But where is this place, how will I know my face? And what have I left behind?
I live my life on the road but the stories I’ve told were not those I had in mind
But where is this place, how will I know my face? And what have I left behind?
I live my life on the road but the stories I’ve told were not those I had in mind
I don’t mean to be unkind

I’m headed for the highway in my old beat-up Chevy and I’m never gonna go back there
I love the feel of this steering wheel and the wind blowing through my hair - I’m not going back there
So I’m headed for the highway in my old beat-up Chevy and I’m never gonna go back there
I love the feel of this steering wheel and the wind blowing through my hair - I’m not going back there
I’m not going back there...I’m not going back there...I’m not going back there

I turn away from this disaster, yes I’m turning faster, faster
Oh away from this disaster, yes I’m turning faster, faster
And I’m not going back