All The Miles

Every now and then he has one of those restless nights
So he sat up sipping whiskey until he was almost right
Woke up this morning with the world flying by
Right or wrong the highway is his chosen way of life
Chorus
All the miles keep getting longer
All the towns now look the same
Fun got old being bought and sold
A man can get sick of the sound of his own name
He used to wonder what the big time would feel like
A thousand people screaming at him on a stage in the lights
He made lot of sacrifices trying to get here
So he hates it when the crowd drowns out his music drinking beer
All the miles keep getting longer
All the towns now look the same
Fun got old being bought and sold
A man can get sick of the sound of his own name
And his old friends working that some old nine to five
Their sleeping in their own beds while he’s calling to say goodnight
Son got his first hit, but it wasn’t in the stands
Sometimes it feels like the real family in his band
All the miles keep getting longer
All the towns now look the same
Fun got old being bought and sold
A man can get sick of the sound of his own name