Back to Wild

(mmm-hmm) I gave him my twenties,

gave him my time,

Put my wild heart on the back of the line.

I was chasing forever with a man who couldn't see,

All the pieces of the woman I was born to be.

I missed a lot of sunsets,

missed a few good rides,

While I was busy trying to keep his world alive.

Thought love meant holding on

when everything went wrong,

But I finally figured out I’d been gone

way too long.

So I packed my bags,

slammed that door, Left his sorry ass sitting on the porch.

Turned my truck toward the rising sun,

And said, “Girl, you ain't done.”

Now I'm back to me,

back to wild, Back to that fire I had as a child.

Got a fishing pole,

a rifle, and a four-wheel drive,

Got mud on my boots and I'm damn glad I'm alive.

I wasted some years,

but I ain't wasting no more,

I'm kicking up dust like never before.

He can keep his memories and his worn-out dreams,

'Cause I'm finally living,

finally free, Finally back to me.

Now I'm chasing deer through the morning mist,

Casting that line with the sun on my wrist.

Camping underneath a blanket of stars,

Finding little pieces of myself in the dark.

I laugh a little louder,

I sing off-key, I go where I want and I do what

I please. Ain't waiting on somebody

to tell me I'm enough,

I know who

I am and that's more

than enough.

Yeah, I lost myself trying to make him stay,

But losing him showed me the way.

Now every mile that my tires roll Feels like freedom filling up

my soul.

Here's to the years I can't get back,

Here's to the girl who got off track.

She ain't broken, she ain't lost,

She just learned what freedom costs.

And if he ever wonders where I went—

I'm somewhere outside with the wind. (ooh-ooh)

Yeah, I got my boots on,

Got my windows down,

Got a little country in a whole lotta town.

Ain't looking back, ain't turning around— That old me is six feet

underground!

I'm back to me,

back to wild, Back to that fire I had as a child.

Got a fishing pole,

a rifle, and a four-wheel drive,

Got mud on my boots and I'm damn glad I'm alive.

I wasted some years,

but they taught me one thing— Don't trade your freedom for somebody

else's dream. He can keep his memories,

I'm keeping these wings,

I'm out here living every damn thing

That life still brings.

Yeah, I kicked him to the curb,

Put the pedal to the floor.

Lost myself for a little while…

But I found something better—

I found me.