The Interstates And Eighteen Wheelers
The Sketches On The Rest Stop Bathoom Stalls
I Call Her From A Hotel Pay Phone So Far From It All
The Odometer Is Hypnotizing
The Tires Turn The Dirt For Miles And Miles
I Wanna See The Nashville Skyline
If Only For Awhile

Cause I Heard About The Party Last Night
I Heard That There Were Drugs And Fist Fights
When All I See Are Miles Of Streetlights
That's When I Miss Home

So I Try To Forget But I Die Inside Every Time I Miss It
Cause You're Still Three Shy
Don't You Forget It's Not A Party When We're Gone
And If The Cops Come By
Have A Drink And Tell Them This One's For The Boys
And I Will Try To Forget That I'm Gone

A Thousand Miles Until The Ocean
Casinos Sit A Couple Miles Ahead
The City's In The Rearview Mirroi, Tennessee's In Bed

Now I'm Drinking At The Blackjack Table
A Cigarette Is Hanging From My Lips
My Head Is Spinning Round In Circles As I Take A Sip
Cause I Heard You Split A Cab Home Last Night
I Hope You Found Your Way Home Alright
Cause Underneath A Sea Of Bright Lights
I Feel Alright Here