There's a little yellow house
Where someone used to live
Even after a fire almost
Burned it down once
A little yellow house
With a cross on the door
Where someone used to live who
Don't live there no more

There was no sign of a struggle
Of a fight or of foul play
Looks like they just got into their car
Drove themselves away
Left everything they had just as it was
Without so much as a word to
Anyone of us

Sometimes I dream that I'm the one
Who is driving away
And I don't know where I'm going
But it's a long ways away
Going down some country road
With the hay growing tall
And the beautiful trees in all the colors
Of the fall
And I that I need is right with me here
And I drive and I drive until I disappear

Then I remember all those promises I made
All the ones depending on me
And so here is where I stay

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Patty Griffin