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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