Yellow lines go on forever
You should treat your baby better
I got myself a real love letter
Says she wants a man who buys her fine wines and paintings

She wants someone kind and patient
Tells me nicely that I ain't it
And buys another round for all her stuck-up friends in Brooklyn
If I'm so fucked up, why you looking
At all my songs and all my bookings at the local jail?

I got miles, miles, miles, miles
Oh, I've got miles
Well, I got miles, I got miles, I got miles until I'm finally home
And you got miles, you got milеs
You got miles with me on your radio

And all my habits ain't genеtic
They're self-forming, don't you sweat it
I'll do my very best to quit it and wake up in the lobby
Best Western is where I call home, side table and telephone
But Holy Bible sits alone, I guess I'll keep it company
Steal it when the morning comes, spend my whole life running from
All the things I could become, they call it potential

Well, I got miles, I got miles, I got miles until I'm finally home
And they've got miles, they've got miles
They've got miles with me on their radio

These yellow lines go on forever
The highway's just the moon, but better
Truck stop food and rainy weather, they always get me goin'
I've been drinking wine for breakfast
Eggs and bacon make me restless
I'll be gone a long while

'Cause I've got miles, miles, miles, miles, miles, miles, oh, I got miles
I got miles, I got miles, I got miles until I'm finally home
Well, I got miles, I got miles, I got miles, I got miles all alone
Well, I got miles, I got miles, I got miles until I'm finally home
And I got miles, I got miles, I got miles, I got miles, I got miles

Yellow lines go on forever
You should treat your baby better
Got myself a real love letter
Says she wants a man who