I'm starting to hate all these cigarettes

And this lonely town

And I'm starting to fade like the lines on route 143

Sometimes I feel like I might wont get off this ride

As my bedroom rolls down this long highway at 75

And this highway ain't no place home for lovers and drifters like me

All the hotels and bars

Rides in stretch 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 wont get off this ride

As my bedroom rolls down this long highway at 75

And this highway ain't no place home for lovers and drifters like me

All the hotels and bars

Rides in stretch cars ain't for me

Sometimes I feel like I might

Wont get off this ride

As my bedroom rolls down this long highway at 75

As my bedroom rolls down this long highway at 75