I'm starting to hate all these cigarettes and this lonely town
And I'm starting to fade like the lines on Route 143
Sometimes I feel like I might, won't get off this ride
As my bedroom rolls down this long highway at 75
And this highway ain't no place
Home for lovers and drifters like me
All the hotels and bars
Rides in stretch cars ain't for me
I'm tired of missing the moments I'll never get back
And I'm tired of missing the smiles on my little girl's face
Sometimes I feel like I might, won't get off this ride
As my bedroom rolls down this long highway at 75
And this highway ain't no place
Home for lovers and drifters like me
All the hotels and bars
Rides in stretch cars ain't for me
Sometimes I feel like I might, won't get off this ride
As my bedroom rolls down this long highway at 75
As my bedroom rolls down this long highway at 75

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