I've been up and down the river
Seen the highways and backroads
This country sure is beautiful
But a bi-way ain't a home

My eyes have gazed upon some land
I thought I'd never see
But it feels like someone else's life
And it don't belong to me

I'm so tired of being alone
In techinicolor motels watching late night talking shows
Lately I feel like a road shot full of holes
Leaving everything behind me everywhere I go
This ain't my bed or what I chose
I used to be outnumbered, but now I'm just a ghost

I sure have missed my brother, he just turned 26 years old
And I often have to ask myself just where'd the little playboy go
I know you can't stop or slow the pace of someone's age
But to me it ain't worth the missing just to have more console change

I'm so tired of being alone
In techinicolor motels watching late night talking shows
Lately I feel like a road shot full of holes
Leaving everything behind me everywhere I go
This ain't my bed or what I chose
I used to be outnumbered, but now I'm just a ghost
Well I hope the road remembers when I go and meet my maker
To send some flowers to my love for not letting me take her
I have longed for her so dearly for I have missed more than I've seen
Spending all my time on a mountainside with pumps for gasoline

I'm so tired of being alone
In techinicolor motels watching late night talking shows
Lately I feel like a road shot full of holes
Leaving everything behind me everywhere I go
This ain't my bed or what I chose
I used to be outnumbered, but now I'm just a ghost