Highways and Broken Hearts

He never knew their names and never really cared
Lying to himself, he was never just a young kid scared
Living on his own with no one to hold on to
Nowhere to go and nothing to do

But lie awake and pray that one-day
Someone will come his way

All he knows are highways and broken hearts
Late nights and old guitars
Wondering where you are, you're so far away

His shoes are worn and tired and not at their best
Like a gypsy, never sure where he's going next
Superficial friends and girls with glazed-over eyes
It's a good time, but just for the night

Then off he'll go to maybe Mexico
Then off through Colorado

All he knows are highways and broken hearts
Late nights and old guitars
Wondering where you are, you're so far away, yeah

Staring through the walls of that motel room
Reflecting on his days, the route he seemed to choose
Will good outshine bad, can he turn this thing around?
Should he drop to his knees, just give up now?

Begging for release in the night
Has he gone too far to fight?

All he knows are highways and broken hearts
Late nights and old guitars
Wondering where you are, you're so far away

You're so far away
You're so far away, yeah