From the sky the highway’s straight as it could be / A string pulled tight from home to Tennessee / Still, somehow, those ditches took the better part of me / From the sky, the highway’s straight as it could be / Take my hand baby, we’re over land / I know flying over water […]

Pain in the outside lane, I’m tired of answering to myself / Heart like a rebuilt part, I don’t know how much it’s got left / How much it’s got left / I’ve grown tired of traveling alone / Tired of traveling alone / I’ve grown tired of traveling alone / Won’t you ride with […]

Don’t have what it takes to stay in one place / But I might have what it takes to make myself home / Not sure at any time where I will be found / Not sure you’d want to go there alone (Willard Grant Conspiracy)