White picket dream, porch and a swing

Coulda tacked my last name on the mailbox

Held the frames down the hall, man, I thought

Woulda been strong enough to hang my hat on

She drove it home with a cold cold word

I'm on the sharp end of the hurt

'Cause she's gone, gone, gone like the gas she's burning

I set fire to my last chance

Did her wrong, wrong, wrong, and I'm pretty damn certain

I put the chisel to the stone and the hammer in her hands

Lie by lie I let her down

And dug my grave in some heartbreak ground

She T'd up the nail in the coffin tonight

She hit it on the head when she said goodbye

Wish there was one in the road to slow her roll

Pull that Bronco over to the shoulder

All that she left was a hole in my chest

And sorries that I never told her

Yeah, she's gone, gone, gone like the gas she's burning

I set fire to my last chance

Did her wrong, wrong, wrong, and I'm pretty damn certain

I put the chisel to the stone and the hammer in her hands

Lie by lie I let her down

Dug my grave in some heartbreak ground

She T'd up the nail in the coffin tonight

She hit it on the head when she said goodbye

Last straw, she drew that line

Looking back now, even I know why

'Cause she's gone, gone, gone like the gas she's burning

I set fire to my last chance

Did her wrong, wrong, wrong, and I'm pretty damn certain

I put the chisel to the stone and the hammer in her hands

Lie by lie I let her down

Dug my grave in some heartbreak ground

She T'd up the nail in the coffin tonight

She hit it on the head when she said goodbye