Atlanta's a distant memory Montgomery a recent blur and Tulsa burns on the desert floor like a signal fire
I got Willie on the radio a dozen things on my mind and number one is fleshing out these dreams of mine
I've got 200 more miles of rain asphalt in line before I sleep But there'll be no warm sheets or welcoming arms to fall into tonight
In Nashville there is a lighter in a case for all to see it speaks of dreams and heartaches left unsung
And in the corner stands a guitar and lonesome words scrawled in a drunken hand I don't travel past, travel hard before and I'm beginning to understand
That I've got 200 more miles of rain asphalt in line before I sleep But there'll be no warm sheets or welcoming arms to fall into tonight
They say that I am crazy my life wasting on this road that time will find my dreams scared or dead and cold
But I heard there is a light drawing me to reach an end and when I reach there, I'll turn back and you and I can begin again
I've got 200 more miles of rain asphalt in line before I sleep But there'll be no warm sheets or welcoming arms to fall into tonight
I've got 200 more miles of rain asphalt in line before I sleep But I wouldn't trade all your golden tomorrows for one hour of this night
Atlanta's a distant memory Montgomery a recent blur and Tulsa burns on the desert floor like a signal fire