I'm starting to hate all these cigarettes And this lonely town And i'm starting to fade like the lines on route 143 Sometimes i feel like i might wont get off this ride As my bedroom rolls down this long highway at 75
And this highway aint no place home for lovers and drifters like me All the hotels and bars Rides in stretch cars aint 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 wont get off this ride As my bedroom rolls down this long highway at 75
And this highway aint no place home for lovers and drifters like me All the hotels and bars Rides in stretch cars aint for me
Sometimes i feel like i might Wont get off this ride As my bedroom rolls down this long highway at 75 As my bedroom rolls down this long highway at 75
