1, 2, 3, 4 Arlo knows the freeways like he knew his family's farm All the paths and routes it'll take you from where you are To where you're going And he could drive 10,000 miles and never have to turn around Black beauties in the glove box for when he was feeling down He carries around his wife in a Tupperware on the seat And he'd swear he could see her ghost flicker When he flips on the high beams When the driving gets too quiet He'd sing her the songs that used to make her dance A little blaze in the morning to chase away the night times trance So is this all you have for me So tell you it's not what I pictured when I was 17 And I keep on trying but I just can't believe This is all you have for me He used to own some cornfields up in old Illinois Development screw-like cancerous tumours And the government bled him dry He held on just long enough to watch his son grow up The bank called they took it all left him with nothing but his luck So he pulls up to the neon glow of an old six motel He stayed here about 100 nights and he never sleeps well As the static on the TV lows him off to sleep Swears he could hear her voice whisper Between the chatter in his dreams Is this all you have for me I tell you it's not what I pictured when I was 17 And I keep on trying but I just can't believe This is all you have for me I keep on trying but I just can't believe This is all you have for me