There's a long row of zeros，shinin' in that dashboard light
Another million miles in some rental car, another highway in the night
Another day, another week, another month, away from my family
But I'd be lying if I told you there's someplace I'd rather be

Than livin' in roadhouses and automobiles
There's a poor boy on the jukebox and I know just how he feels
Livin' out of suitcases, livin’ out a fantasy
There won't be nothin’ left when this road gets done with me

Now it's a long road that brings me here, a lot of pain and folks left behind
If the music hadn't pulled me through, I'd have probably lost my mind
Ah, but my woman she understands it, her little daughter understands it, too
They both love me for who I am, inseparable from what I do

Than livin' in roadhouses and automobiles
There's a poor boy on the jukebox and I know just how he feels
Livin' out of suitcases, livin’ out a fantasy
There won't be nothin’ left when this road gets done with me

I'm a stranger to my children, a stranger to myself sometimes
But that don't mean that this is just another sad song, if you read between the lines
Between the lines it's just another

Long row of zeros, shiain' in that dashboard light
Another million miles in some rental car, another highway in the dark of night
Another day, another week, another month, away from my family
But I'd be lying if I told you there's someplace I'd rather be

Than livin' in roadhouses and automobiles
There's a poor boy on the jukebox and I know just how he feels
Livin' out of suitcases, livin’ out a fantasy
There won't be nothin’ left when this road gets done... with me

This road gets done



Chris Jones:  vocals, guitar (C-G-D-G-G-D Capo V), highstrung-guitar
Hans-Jörg Maucksch:  fretless bass
Yogi Jocknsch:  atmosphere
Martin Huch:  pedal steel
Christina Lux:  backing vocals