Miles

These yellow lines go on forever, you should treat your baby better Got myself a real love letter, says she wants a man who Buys her fine wines and paintings, she wants something kind and patient Tells me nicely that I ain't it, then buys another round for All her stuck up friends in Brooklyn, if I'm so fucked up why you lookin' At all my songs and all my bookings, at the local jail I got miles, miles, miles, miles I've got miles I got miles, I got miles, I got miles Until I'm finally home You got miles, you got miles, you got miles With me on your radio All my habits ain't genetic, there's self forming don't you sweat it I'll do my very best to quit it, then wake up in the lobby Best western is where I call home, side table and telephone That Holy Bible sits alone, guess I'll keep it company Steal it when the morning comes, spend my whole life running from All the things I could become, they call it potential I got miles, I got miles, I got miles Until I'm finally home They've got miles, they got miles, they got miles With me on their radio These yellow lines go on forever, the highway's just the moon but better Truck stop food and rainy weather, always get me going I've been drinking wine for breakfast, eggs and bacon make me restless I'll be gone a long while, 'cause I've got miles I got miles, I got miles, I got miles Until I'm finally home I got miles, I got miles, I got miles I got miles all alone I got miles, I got miles, I got miles, I got miles, I got miles I got miles, I got miles, I got miles, I got miles, I got miles I've got miles, I got miles, I got miles, I got miles, I got miles I got miles, I got miles