200 More Miles

Atlanta's a distant memory, Montgomery a recent birth And Tulsa burns on the desert floor, like a signal fire I got Willie on the radio, a dozen things on my mind And number one is fleshing out these dreams of mine I'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 tonight In Nashville there is a lighter, in a case for all to see It speaks of dreams and heartaches, left unsung And 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 understand I'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 tonight They say that I am crazy, my life wasting on this road That time will find my dreams, scared or dead and cold But 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 again I'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 tonight I'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 night Atlanta's a distant memory, Montgomery a recent birth And Tulsa burns on the desert floor, like a signal fire