My first day in Nashville didn't seem like much of one Drinking 'til I'd fallen asleep out in the sun Working on a song I guess I'm still working on It's called "Where Will I Go Now That I'm Gone" When that idea first came to me I was only twenty-two At twenty-five I'd realized it was all that I could do To make to the end, but then again, I always knew If I never got it finishes I could die trying to Last night I thought I had it right here in my hotel Faded out the further asleep that I fell When I woke up this morning I was more than twice my age And I had left myself this note here on another empty page Where Will I Go Now That I'm Gone" They said "Maybe you're been chasing a song too long "It's turned into a song about a song you're working on "I mean it's gone, man, come on, let it go" But you know, giving up a dream is just like making one come true It's easy to sit around talking about, it's harder to go out and do But for this one last question, I'll give up on this song "Where Will I Go Now That I'm Gone?" Now that I'm gone Now that I'm gone Where will I go now that I'm gone