One Million Motors

It is miles upon miles for a traveling man
Bittersweet smiles
Reminders that you understand
But shaking nerves still come unwound in messages
Stories of coming back around
These barren, hungry tires grip the earth
As where we are becomes where we were
When destination slams into location night after night
You know the taste of dirt
It is miles upon miles for a calling
Closer to home with every word I sing
Anxiety and relief still contend in messages
Stories of coming home to a best friend
Leaving feels a lot like falling
Like a million motors running in my stomach
It kills me to say all these late night phone calls
Are the most I can offer when the train pulls up
Leaving feels a lot like falling
Like cyanide and cyclones
Leaving feels a lot like falling
But I'm always on my way home