I'm starting to hate all these cigarettes and this loneliness
And I'm starting to fade like the lines on route 143
Sometimes I feel like I might want to get off this ride
As my bedroom rolls down this long highway at 75
And this highway ain't no place for home-loving drifters like me
All these hotels and bars, rides in stretch cars ain't for me
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 fill like I might want to get off this ride
As my bedroom rolls down this long highway at 75
And this highway ain't no place for home-loving drifters like me
All these hotels and bars, rides in stretch cars ain't for me
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And this highway ain't no place for home-loving drifters like me
All these hotels and bars, rides in stretch cars ain't for me
Sometimes I feel like I might want to get off this ride
As my bedroom rolls down this long highway at 75
As my bedroom rolls down this long highway at 75
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