200 More Miles - Live

Atlanta's a distant memory
 Montgomery a recent birth
 and Tulsa burns on the desert floor
 like a signal fire
 I got Willie on the radio
 a 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 arms
 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
 And in the corner stands a guitar and
 lonesome words scrawled in a drunken hand
 I don't travel past, travel hard before
 and I'm beginning to understand
 That I've got 200 more miles of rain asphalt in line
 before I sleep
 But there'll be no warm sheets or welcoming arms
 to fall into tonight
 They say that I am crazy
 my life wasting on this road
 that time will find my dreams
 scared or dead and cold
 But I heard there is a light
 drawing me to reach an end
 and when I reach there, I'll turn back
 and you and I can begin again
 I've got 200 more miles of rain asphalt in line
 before I sleep
 But there'll be no warm sheets or welcoming arms
 to fall into tonight
 I've got 200 more miles of rain asphalt in line
 before I sleep
 But I wouldn't trade all your golden tomorrows
 for one hour of this night
 Atlanta's a distant memory
 Montgomery a recent birth
 and Tulsa burns on the desert floor
 like a signal fire