Lyrics:

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, then buys another round for
All her stuck up friends in Brooklyn, if I'm so fucked up why you lookin'
At all my songs and all my bookings, at the local jail
I got miles, miles, miles, miles
I've got miles
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
All my habits ain't genetic, there's self forming don't you sweat it
I'll do my very best to quit it, then wake up in the lobby
Best western is where I call home, side table and telephone
That Holy Bible sits alone, guess I'll keep it company
Steal it when the morning comes, spend my whole life running 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
They've got miles, they got miles, they got miles
With me on their radio
These yellow lines go on forever, the highway's just the moon but better
Truck stop food and rainy weather, always get me going
I've been drinking 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
I got miles, I got miles, I got miles
I got miles all alone
I got miles, I got miles, I got miles, I got miles, I got miles
I got miles, I got miles, I got miles, I got miles, I got miles
I've got miles, I got miles, I got miles, I got miles, I got miles
I got miles, I got miles