200 More Miles (Live)

Well, Atlanta's distant memory
Montgomery's a recent birth
And Tulsa burns on a desert floor
Like a signal fire

I got Willie on the radio
And dozen things on my mind
And number one is fleshing out
These dreams of mine

I've got 200 more miles of rain asphalt in line
Before I sleep
But there'll be no warm sheets or welcoming hugs
To fall into tonight

In Nashville, there is a lighter
In a case for all to see
It speaks of dreams and heartaches
Left unsung

In the corner stands a guitar
And lonesome words scrawled in drunken hand
And I don't travel past, travel hard before
I'm beginning to understand

I've got 200 more miles of rain asphalt in line
Before I sleep
There'll be no warm sheets or welcoming hugs
To fall into tonight

They say that I'm crazy
My life wasting on this road
That time will find my dreams
Scared or dead and cold

But I heard there is light
Drawing me to reach an end
And when I reach there, I'll turn back
And you and I can begin again

'Cause I've got 200 more miles of rain asphalt in line
Before I sleep
There'll be no warm sheets or welcoming hugs
To fall into tonight

I've got 200 more miles of rain in asphalt line
Before I sleep
But I wouldn't trade all your golden tomorrows
For one hour of this night

Well, Atlanta is a distant memory
Montgomery's a recent birth
And Tulsa burns on a desert floor
Like a signal fire

Thank you