The highway hums beneath the wheels, Streetlights glow; the brake lines squeal. Your picture's held tight in my hand Every mile away from the life I planned. The food grows cold as streets slip past, Fading towns rush by so fast. Rough roads mark the endless lands, Blinding beams shine on distant spans. The heater’s weak, the moon hangs low, Empty roads ahead, and I miss you so. Empty nights, this ride rolls on, Counting the hours to reach the dawn. Every stop a marker to reach that place, Where the road it ends in your blissful space. Tire tracks vanish under rain, Every mile holds my lonely pain. The rearview shows the life I’ve missed, Washed out moments that I can’t resist. I reach for warmth I cannot hold, Memories flare, familiar and bold. The room presses close, I move through the strain, Step past the stillness, I won’t remain. Cold light cuts through, the floorboards creak, I trace the quiet, chasing what I seek. Empty nights, this ride rolls on, Counting the hours to reach the dawn. Every stop a marker to reach that place, Where the road it ends in your blissful space. Waiting at a truck stop as the lightning grows, Bus broke down, and the cold wind blows. The coffee's strong but the radio’s dead, I close my eyes and see you in our bed. Roadside signs blur into gray, I try to sleep and it slips away. I hear your voice as the rain roars, Pulling me through the dark downpour. I hear your voice in the empty space, At home you wait with your familiar face. Empty nights, this ride is done, Counting the hours till I see the sun. Every stop a marker to reach that place, Where the road it ends in your blissful space. No more gear, no bright spotlights, At the end of this highway, you’re in my sight.
