Well, the road is gettin' lonely
Just like you said it always would
God knows I'm gettin' weary
I'd quit tomorrow if I could
But you're the reason that I'm out here
A thousand miles away
With nothin' but eighteen wheels
And another week of pay

And I'll pullover when I'm supposed to
Crawl in the back and go to bed
But sleep out here's so hard to find
When I can't get you out of my head
I've got a pill for every problem
But I've got too many problems so it seems
I'm either flying down the highway
Or stuck in between bad dreams and amphetamines

Mornin' brings another nightmare
In another foreign placе
Sometimes I sit and wonder
If you'd rеcognize my face
I picked up in San Francisco
And hauled a heavy load to Maine
Every mile that I'm drivin'
Drives me a little more insane

And I'll pullover when I'm supposed to
Crawl in the back and go to bed
But sleep out here's so hard to find
When I can't get you out of my head
I've got a pill for every problem
But I've got too many problems so it seems
I'm either flying down the highway
Or stuck in between bad dreams and amphetamines

It's the memories we ain't makin'
It's the words I forget to say
That make my mind and body
Question the time that I spend away

There's a pill for every problem
But I've got too many problems so it seems
I'm either flying down the highway
Or stuck in between bad dreams and amphetamines
Mm mm mm mm
Bad dreams and amphetamines