Luke Combs - Going, Going, Gone

Some things in life are meant to fly
And others, they were born to run
You can't tie down up and leaving
Like the changing of the seasons
Good things, they come and then they go

Like a runaway southbound train
Like an Arizona desert rain
Like lightning in the sky
Like fireworks in July
Like a left field home run ball
Like a whiskey shot at last call
It's like she was made for moving on
That girl is going, going, gone

I could say it wasn't meant to be
But maybe meant to be's misunderstood
Can't hold on to letting go
Change the way the river flows
Loving her's like roping in the wind

Like a runaway southbound train
Like an Arizona desert rain
Like lightning in the sky
Like fireworks in July
Like a left field home run ball
Like a whiskey shot at last call
It's like she was made for moving on
That girl is going, going, gone

She ain't got one bit of stick around
There's no sense in trying to slow her down

Like a runaway southbound train
Like an Arizona desert rain
Like lightning in the sky
Like fireworks in July
Like a left field home run ball
Like a whiskey shot at last call
It's like she was made for moving on
That girl is going, going, gone

Going, going, gone
Going, going, gone

Written by:
James Mcnair, Luke Albert Combs, Ray Fulcher

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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