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
and 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
Yeah I've got miles
Well 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
Well all my habits
ain't genetic
They're self-forming
don't you sweat it
I'll do my very best
to quit it
wake up in the lobby
Best Western is
where I call home
side table and telephone
but Holy Bible sits alone
I guess I'll keep it company
Steal it when
the morning comes
Spend my whole life
runnin' 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
And they've got miles
they've got miles
they've got miles
with me on their radio
These yellow lines
go on forever
The highway's just the moon
but better
Truckstop food
and rainy weather
always get me goin'
I've been drinkin' 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
Well I got miles I got miles
I got miles
I got miles all alone
Well I got miles I got miles
I got miles I got miles
I got miles
Well I got miles I got miles
I got miles I got miles
I got miles
Well I've got miles
I got miles
I got miles I got miles
I got miles