Verse 1 I’ve worn out hundreds of tires, On roads that always lead somewhere else. Faceless towns, soulless hotels, Where no one knows my name. The engine purrs like an old companion, Silence takes the passenger seat. At every red light, at every horizon, It’s your absence I see rolling by. Chorus The miles have no name, And the nights have no face. I drive to earn a living, But I leave a piece of my own life behind on every trip. I cross the country, my heart lost in the fog, With only the random white lines as my witness. Behind the wheel of my car, I think of you every day. Verse 2 The coffee is cold in a cardboard cup, The radio plays songs I know by heart. I smile when I hear talk of home, Then the silence returns, louder than the engine. My friends must be laughing without me somewhere, My children grow a little more with every season. I look at their photos on my phone, Like a sailor watching the coast on the horizon. Bridge They say the road makes men stronger... For me, it mostly taught me about longing. From leaving before the break of dawn, I’ve come to know loneliness by its first name. Final Chorus The miles bear your name, And the hotels never felt like home. I collect departures, Without ever getting used to saying goodbye. Tomorrow I’ll hit the road again, Because life has to go on. But every time my hands grip the wheel, My heart keeps driving back to you. Outro Another hundred kilometers... Another town... Another room... And always that same blues... The blues of a man heading home... Only in his thoughts.
