Lyrics
Mile Marker, who drew you so far away
Truck Stop’s all stocked up on renegades and gin
Traveler why are you now yelling, the child’s just fifteen years old
Don’t you have coffee at home?
How many crows make a murder?
All along the highway the wreckage proves their innocence
Traveler keep your eyes on the roadside
All these crossings, not a single track along that line
So just focus on the road
Your legs grow tired I know
And cruise quit out fifty clicks back
With about fifty-four more, to go
Looking out across this treeline
No city could afford this view
I’ve never tasted tap water so sweet
You’ll pay extra for their five star reviews
So just focus on the road
Your legs grow tired I know
Cruise quite out fifty clicks back
WIth about fifty-four more to go
So just hold the door
For the lady with the cane
And can’t you tell she’s traveled far
Her cane is all weathered, she’s grown brittle from the storm
Yes her cane is all weathered, she’s grown brittle from the storm