It's late at night and the road is long Too many K's being on my own The road is narrow and the gutters deep And when tommorow comes there's still no sleep Maybe I should leave it all behind And rest this tired and troubled mind And someday I'll throw it all in For the things I'd rather have been Cracklin of the cd, voices on the air Flashing blue lights, appear and disappear A couple of hours, well I'll be homeward bound Then another load, another turn around Maybe I should leave it all behind And rest this tired and troubled mind And someday I'll throw it all in For the things I'd rather have been Lonely nights on endless runs Oncoming lights day is never done The long white line well it can drive you mad You think about a life, that you never had Maybe I should leave it all behind And rest this tired and troubled mind And someday I'll throw it all in For the things I'd rather have been