never coming home

I got gas in the pick-up
whiskey in a flask
money in my pocket
and questions I don't need to ask
you may treat me like a schoolboy
but darlin', I'm full grown
I got the open road before me
and I'm never coming home

I need a change of direction
I need a new point of view
this may be natural selection
but I don't need you
I'm deleting your name
and number from my telephone
I got a life to keep on living
and I'm never coming home