Atlanta's a distant memory, Montgomery a recent birth
And Tulsa burns on the desert floor, like a signal fireI got Willie on the radio, a dozen things on my mind
And number one is fleshing out these dreams of mineI'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 tonightIn Nashville there is a lighter, in a case for all to see
It speaks of dreams and heartaches, left unsungAnd 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 understandI've got 200 more miles of rain asphalt in line, before I sleep
But therell be no warm sheets or welcoming arms to fall into tonightThey say that I am crazy, my life wasting on this road
That time will find my dreams, scared or dead and coldBut I heard there is a light and drawing me to reach an end
And when I reach there, I'll turn back and you and I can begin againI'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 tonightI've got 200 more miles of rain asphalt in line, before I sleep
But all when you trade all your golden tomorrow's for one, overall this nightAtlanta's a distant memory, Montgomery a recent birth
And Tulsa burns on the desert floor, like a signal fire