Woorden: Crystal Bowersox. Farmer's Daughter. Speak Now.

Hmm,
Hey, yeah...

There ain't no reason for me
To hang around this town no more
I'm gonna pack it up, move on out
And start searching for the shore
And sell my life as I know it
To anyone with land to buy
'Cause it ain't worth much to me
To stay here and sit around and cry

But if you think you're gonna miss me
When I'm gone, speak now, darling,
Or you will never know...

Well, I don't care if you like it,
'Cause, honey, this is not your life
I will never be held prisoner,
I will never be your wife
I learned that friends are overrated,
Oh, and lovers come and go
But if all you do is dream about it,
Well, then you've got nothing to show

But if you think you're gonna miss me
When I'm gone, speak now, darling,
Or you will never know,
Hmm...

(Ooh...)


Hmm, for once the engine starts turning
And these wheels, they hit the road,
I ain't ever coming back
To this town called Chicago
Oh, well, I'm leaving it all behind me,
There ain't no place that I call home
And I'm tearing this heart
Right off of my sleeve
And, honey, I'm turning it into stone

Ooh, well, I think I'm gonna miss you
When I'm gone
So kiss me once, kiss me twice,
Maybe I'll stay for just one more night
And honey, say what you feel,
Please mean what you say
I wanna hold onto you one more day

But if you think you're gonna miss me
When I'm gone, speak now, darling,
You will never know,
Ooh, speak now, darling,
You will never know,
Ooh, speak now, darling,
Or you will never,
You'll never know...