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
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