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