Highways and Heartache

Well I was born with an itch One I could never quite scratch The dust in my trail stays cold at my back The urge to get up and leave Find a different place to sleep A town that knows not my name or my call Well I have you to thank And I have you to blame For laying that six-string right in my hand A gift and a curse Though I don’t know what’s worse To be normal or a wanderer like me It’s all the same Gone, gone are the days Well I keep checking my rearview Missing mountains in plain view Getting lost in myself, getting lost in my mind Highways and heartache No man should ever be this awake Just point me in the direction fools travel by night Well the scars on my body Are a map I must carry Guiding me forward through darkness and light It’s all the same Gone, gone are the days