5,500 miles
Across the Texas plain
Just to look at the mountains
Just to not go insane
5,500 miles
Across the Texas plain
Just to look at the ocean
Just to not go insane
I'm goin' home, I'm starting home
On a freezing eastern highway
A muddy snow bank, a broken radio
A dome of stars on a tin plate
Got Booker T on cassette tape
Tore out the amplifier to fit it in
I saw the free way buckle and bend
Carburetor struck a strong head wind
And I barreled through California
And even on a cloudy day
At the end the sun peaks through
Between the mountains and the clouds
5,500 miles
Across the Texas plain
Just to look at the mountains
Just to not go insane
5,500 miles
Across the Texas plain
Just to look at the ocean
Just to not go insane
And now I'm home, I made it home
On a little four-cylinder engine
A blue tin can, red sleepin' bag
I wasn't alone the whole way
I had some company
The sterring wheel made a print on my arm
I stopped and I checked out the farm
I saw the sun beat down hard
And I barreled through California
And even on a cloudy day
And the end the sun peaks through
Between the mountains and the clouds
I can't drive five thousand lonely miles
I can't drive five thousand lonely miles
I can't drive five thousand lonely miles
I can't drive five thousand lonely miles
5500 miles
