Driving Through

Flat tire on the highway ten miles from Dubuque
Some shut eye on the back seat would sure do me some good
A late night last night in Lincoln, nearly tore us apart
But I just drive on through

Vegas on a weekday, but I don't know which one
The desert and her dealers play tricks with the sun
Paycheck and next week's is broken, I thought she was my one
Now I'm just killing miles

And miles, I hope I make it through
All the trials I've seen
Make it hard on you and me

A voice inside my dashboard is saying 'take the next right'
The hours blend so slowly, I better stop for the night
Woke up three hours later, than I meant to be
Now I'm behind on miles

And miles, I hope I make it through
All the smiles I fake
On the road I take
Back to be all you wanted, all I meant for me
Now late nights and the mornings are all that's left of me

Anxiously waiting the last red light I'll see
Hopelessly hoping you're waiting there for me...