Miles - Zach Bryan

These yellow lines go on forever

You should treat your baby better

Got myself a real love letter

Says she wants a man who buys her fine wines and paintings

She wants something 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

Yeah, I've got miles

Well, I got miles, I got miles, I got miles until I'm finally home

You got miles, you got miles, you got miles with me on your radio

Well, all my habits ain't genetic, they're self-forming, don't you sweat it

I'll do my very best to quit it, 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 runnin' from

All the things I could become, they call it potential

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

Truckstop food and rainy weather always get me goin'

I've been drinkin' wine for breakfast, eggs and bacon make me restless

I'll be gone a long while 'cause I've 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, I got miles, I got miles

Well, I got miles, I got miles, I got miles, I got miles, I got miles

Well, I've got miles, I got miles, I got miles, I got miles, I got miles

Well, I got miles, I got miles, I got miles