Running On Empty

Turns out, staring at a ceiling fan

For hours and hours and days on end

Laying here in this old motel bed

Can make you start to lose your head

Burning a candle at both ends

Jumping out a window just don't make sense

When I'm running on empty

On my way but not home yet

This is the real me

What you see is what you get

Born to chase that old cliche 'bout a guitar and a dream

Guess I'm somewhere in between

Running on empty

Running on empty

Just a few miles left in my tank

And even less money left in the bank

I wonder how much more I can take

What I wouldn't give to see your face

When I'm running on empty

On my way but not home yet

This is the real me

What you see is what you get

Born to chase that old cliche 'bout a guitar and a dream

Guess I'm somewhere in between

Running on empty

Running on empty

If I could, I'd drive all night

Until I crossed that old Kentucky line

And I'd be alright again

But until then

Until then

I'm still running on empty

On my way but not home yet

This is the real me

What you see is what you get

Born to chase that old cliche 'bout a guitar and a dream

Guess I'm somewhere in between

I'm somewhere in between

Running on empty

Running on empty

I've been staring at a ceiling fan

For hours and hours and days on end