Living In a Song

Well, I’ve been on this highway for about eight hours now
If I’m gonna make Ohio, better lay the hammer down
Tonight I’m in Toledo, tomorrow Baltimore
Well, all I thought I ever wanted I’m still looking for

Another sip of bourbon, another shot of reality
Every single mile I travel seems to take a year from me
Well, I look in the mirror, I don’t know who is standing there
All these lines on my face, and all the gray that’s in my hair

Sometimes the pain pours like rain out of these six strings
Leaning on the low notes when I’m too high to sing
Running hard with a soul that’s scarred
Wondering what went wrong
Chasin’ down my only dream living in a song

Hangin’ onto secrets every new day brings
Well, I wonder if my mama cries when she thinks of me
Livin’ from a suitcase and sleepin’ in the car
And scratchin’ out a living in another run down bar
Sometimes the pain pours like rain out of these six strings

Leaning on the low notes when I’m too high to sing
Running hard with a soul that’s scarred
Wondering what went wrong
Chasin’ down my only dream living in a song

Well, I’ve been on this highway for about eight hours now
If I’m gonna make Ohio, better lay the hammer down