I never knew the names, I never really cared
Lying to himself, he was never just a young kid scared
Living on his own with no one to hold on to
Nowhere to go, nothing to do
But lying awake and praying that one day
Someone will come and ease the way
All he knows are highways and broken hearts
Late nights and old guitars
Wondering where you are, you're so far away
Shoes are worn and tired and not at their best
Like a gypsy, never sure where he'll be going next
Superficial friends and girls with glazed over eyes
It's a good time, but just for the night
And off he'll go to maybe Mexico, and off to Colorado
All he knows are highways and broken hearts
Late nights and old guitars
Wondering where you are, you're so far away
Staring through the walls of that motel room
Reflecting on his days, the route he seemed to choose
Well good, I'd shine the bat, can he turn this thing around
Should he drop to his knees or just give up now
Begging for release in the night, has he gone too far to fight?
All he knows are highways and broken hearts
Late nights and old guitars
Wondering where you are, you're so far away
You're so far away
You're so far away
You're so far away
You're so far away