75

i'm starting to hate

all these cigarettes and this loneliness

and i'm starting to fade

like the lines on route 143

sometimes i feel like i might wanna get off this ride

as my bedroom rolls down this long highway at 75

and this highway ain't no place for home-loving drifters like me

all these hotels and bars

rides in stretched cars

ain't for me

i'm tired of missing

the moments i'll never get back

and i'm tired of missing

the smiles on my little girl's face

sometimes i feel like i might wanna get off this ride

as my bedroom rolls down this long highway at 75

and this highway ain't no place for home-loving drifters like me

all these hotels and bars

rides in stretched cars

ain't for me

and this highway ain't no place for home-loving drifters like me

all these hotels and bars

rides in stretched cars

ain't for me

so

sometimes i feel like i might wanna get off this ride

as my bedroom rolls down this long highway at 75

as my bedroom rolls down this long highway at 75