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

That 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

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 I wouldn't trade all your golden tomorrows

for one hour of this night

Atlanta's a distant memory

Montgomery a recent birth

and Tulsa burns on the desert floor

like a signal fire