It's a long row of zeros
shining in that dashboard light
another millions miles
in some rental cars
another highway in the night

another day, another week, another month
away from my family
but I'll be lying if I told you
there's somewhere I rather be

Living in roadhouses and automobiles
There's a poor boy hunting june bugs
And I know just how he feels

Living out of suitcases
Living out of fantasy
There won't be nothing left
when this road gets done
with me

Now it's a long road that brings me here
a lot of pain and folks (left) behind
and if the music hadn't pulled me through
I'd have probably lost my mind

I bet (hope) my woman
she understands it
our little daughter understands it too
they both love me for who I am
and separable from what I do

Living in roadhouses and automobiles
There's a poor boy hunting june bugs
And I know just how he feels

Living out of suitcases
Living out of fantasy
There won't be nothing left
when this road gets done
with me

I'm a stranger to my children
I'm a stranger to myself, sometimes

But that don't mean it's
just another sad song
to read between the lines

Between the lines it's just

a long road of zeros
shining in that dashboard lights
another millions miles
in some rental cars
another highway in the darker night

another day, another week, another month
away from my family
but I'll be lying if I told you
there's somewhere I rather be

Living in roadhouses and automobiles
There's a poor boy hunting june bugs
And I know just how he feels

Living out of suitcases
Living out of fantasy

There won't be nothing left
when this road gets done

There won't be nothing left
when this road gets done

There won't be nothing left
when this road gets done

with me