Rubber tires and miles and miles
Railroad city lights pass me by
Spent that night wondering
If city streets could take me home
Just two broken paths on broken stones
Full of shattered glass and beat up Fords
The Lord and the blue sky are both my guides
I'd really hate to waste my life
Yellow paint draws crooked lines
I'm sick and tired, I'm sick and tired
Of always being under fire
My vision begins to blur
As the taillights are getting brighter
As the sun sets and the night falls
The poor men strike their lighters
We don't fit in, we're lost to the wind
What's it to ya?
Yeah we don't fit in, we're lost to the wind
What's it to ya
♪
Never felt nothing like this
A love so hard it feels like bliss
Make straight and narrow all your paths
A chance like this is hard to pass
Yellow paint draws crooked lines
I'm sick and tired, I'm sick and tired
Of always being under fire
My vision begins to blur
As the taillights are getting brighter
As the sun sets and the night falls
The poor men strike their lighters
We don't fit in, we're lost to the wind
What's it to ya?
Yeah we don't fit in, we're lost to the wind
What's it to ya
Those mile markers, one by one
Never ceasing, never done
Remind me of when long roads
Seemed less heavy on my bones
Bright city lights, dark gloomy skies
Illuminate the paint behind
I know you've got something to hide
You wear a mask but so do I
And the people ain't singing
And the church bells ain't ringing
The people ain't singing
The steps of this journey are hidden
♪
My vision begins to blur
As the taillights are getting brighter
As the sun sets and the night falls
The poor men strike their lighters
We don't fit in, we're lost to the wind
What's it to ya?
Yeah we don't fit in, we're lost to the wind
What's it to ya
♪
What's it to ya?