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