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