end of this road

two thousand miles of blacktop, one hundred medium coffee cups, seven lonely sunsets that, could almost make you cry, late night gospels on the radio, haven't seen a car in an hour or so, your picture on the dashboard, sure does make the miles go by, i've got a heart that's running, on a half a tank of gas, four bald tires and i'm low on cash, still there's one sweet thought, to get me through, at the end of this road i'm gonna see you, i blew by both dakotas, nebraska i barely noticed, i covered colorado in close to record time, i'm almost at the homestretch, my eyes are tired and i need a rest, but i ain't gonna sleep my best, until i'm at your side, i've got a heart that's running, on a half a tank of gas, four bald tires and i'm low on cash, | still there's one sweet thought, to get me through, at the end of this road, i'm gonna see you i've got a heart that's running, on a half a tank of gas, four bald tires and i'm low on cash, still there's one sweet thought, to get me through, at the end of this road, i'm gonna see you, at the end of this road, i'm gonna see you