Loudon Wainwright III & Kate McGarrigle
Loudon Wainwright III
Loudon Wainwright III
Loudon Wainwright III
Loudon Wainwright III & Boys Of The Lough
Loudon Wainwright III
Loudon Wainwright III
Loudon Wainwright III
Loudon Wainwright III
Loudon Wainwright III
Loudon Wainwright III
Loudon Wainwright III & Barry Humphries
Loudon Wainwright III
Loudon Wainwright III
Loudon Wainwright III
Loudon Wainwright III
Loudon Wainwright III
Loudon Wainwright III
Loudon Wainwright III
Loudon Wainwright III
Loudon Wainwright III
Loudon Wainwright III & John Hiatt
Well, it's not about decisions or directions that you take
Or the fears that you’ve allayed or a conviction that's unshaken
It's not about some substance transcending trends and styles
It’s not about the journey, no, it's all, about the miles
And it's not about the sunrise or the dimming of the light
Who cares where you wake up or with whom you've spent the night?
It's not the hurdles or the obstacles, the tribulations nor the trials
It's about redemption, it's all about the miles
All about the miles, all about the miles
I'm talkin’ real redemption, now, it’s all about the miles
Upgrade your existence, turn your frowns to frequent smiles
Dry your eyes and blow your nose because it's all about the miles
Why look out the window searching for the golden fleece
Try to win the war on poverty or bring about world peace?
I don’t want any excuses, exhortations, or denials
Resistance is just useless, it'a all about the miles
Take out that in-flight magazine mostly containing crap
Except for the easy crossword puzzle and the colorful round map
You might be stuck in coach class among the rank and file
But look how wide the world is then tally up your miles
All about the miles, all about the miles
Just look how wide the world is, then tabulate those miles
Just upgrade your existence, turn your frowns to frequent smiles
Dry your eyes and blow your nose because it's all about the miles
Though we know where we're goin’ and we're not sure where we've gone
And we don't know if we'll get there, but we keep on keeping' on
You gotta speak and drive and sleep so you give in after a while
You make the phone call, rent the car, the room, go for the extra mile (go for it)
Buckle up that seatbelt, flip up that table top
Turn off the fuckin; cell phone - the chit-chat's got to stop
And watch the safety demonstration, it just takes a little while
The sky feels extra friendly, it's all about the miles
And your pulse may start to quicken your heart may skip a beat
And the bags go in the overhead or else under the seat
And the kids all want the window, the adults prefer the aisles
We're gonna go the distance...
It's not just about the journey...
It's not just about the money...
I'm talkin' real redemption....
Resistance is just useless....
Why look out the window, kids, it's all about the miles
All about the miles, all about the miles
Why look out the window, kids, it'a all about the miles
Just upgrade your existence, turn your frowns to frequent smiles
Dry your eyes and blow your nose because it's all about the miles
The Miles (Live) was written by Loudon Wainwright III.