I've been up and down the river

Seen the highways and backroads

This country sure is beautiful

But a bi-way ain't a home

My eyes have gazed upon some land

I thought I'd never see

But it feels like someone else's life

And it don't belong to me

I'm so tired of being alone

In techinicolor motels watching late night talking shows

Lately I feel like a road shot full of holes

Leaving everything behind me everywhere I go

This ain't my bed or what I chose

I used to be outnumbered, but now I'm just a ghost

I sure have missed my brother, he just turned 26 years old

And I often have to ask myself just where'd the little playboy go

I know you can't stop or slow the pace of someone's age

But to me it ain't worth the missing just to have more console change

I'm so tired of being alone

In techinicolor motels watching late night talking shows

Lately I feel like a road shot full of holes

Leaving everything behind me everywhere I go

This ain't my bed or what I chose

I used to be outnumbered, but now I'm just a ghost

Well I hope the road remembers when I go and meet my maker

To send some flowers to my love for not letting me take her

I have longed for her so dearly for I have missed more than I've seen

Spending all my time on a mountainside with pumps for gasoline

I'm so tired of being alone

In techinicolor motels watching late night talking shows

Lately I feel like a road shot full of holes

Leaving everything behind me everywhere I go

This ain't my bed or what I chose

I used to be outnumbered, but now I'm just a ghost