Talking to Myself (Milan Miller)

Lonely highway nights 

Low beam lights 

The fog looms and lingers in the curves 

County road signs 

White and yellow lines 

Winding round and wearing down my nerves 

Coffee’s all I’ve got to keep me going 

While the weight above my eyes is growing 


A thousand more miles to go

The radio turned down low

Listening to the voices in my head

Without another soul to hear

Slowly all the cobwebs clear

Working through the things I wish I’d said

A little heart to heart always helps

Even if I’m talking to myself 


Scenes come and go

By the dashboard glow

The rumble of the road keeping time

Fading memories 

Forlorn melodies

Blur between the rhythm and the rhyme 

Facing down the hours left to fill

The minutes pass but the world is standing still


A thousand more miles to go

The radio turned down low

Listening to the voices in my head

Without another soul to hear

Slowly all the cobwebs clear

Working through the things I wish I’d said

A little heart to heart always helps

Even if I’m talking to myself 


Closer to the dawn than midnight 

Looking for the first glimpse of daylight 


A thousand more miles to go

The radio turned down low

Listening to the voices in my head

Without another soul to hear

Slowly all the cobwebs clear

Working through the things I wish I’d said

A little heart to heart always helps

Even if I’m talking to myself