the interstates and eighteen wheelers.
the sketches on the rest stop bathroom stalls.
i call her from a hotel pay phone so far from it all.
the odometer is hypnotizing.
the tires turn the dirt for miles and miles.
i wanna see the nashville skyline,
only for awhile.
'cause i heard about the party last night.
i heard that there were drugs and fist fights.
when all i see are miles of streetlights,
that's when i miss home.
so i try, try, try to forget but i die inside every time i miss it,
'cause you're still three shy.
don't you forget it's not a party when we're gone,
and if the cops come by,
have a drink and tell 'em this one's for the boys,
and i will try, try, try to forget that i'm gone.
a thousand miles until the ocean.
casinos sit a couple miles ahead.
the city's in the rearview mirror.
tennessee's in bed.
now i'm drinking at the blackjack table.
a cigarette is hanging from my lips.
my head is spinning round in circles as i take a sip,
'cause i heard you split a cab ride last night.
i hope you found your way home alright,
'cause underneath a sea of bright lights,
i feel alright here.
and i try, try, try to forget but i die inside every time i miss it,
'cause you're still three shy.
don't you forget it's not a party when we're gone,
and if the cops come by,
have a drink and tell 'em this one's for the boys,
and i will try, try, try to forget that i'm gone.
and i try, try, try to forget but i die inside every time i miss it,
'cause you're still three shy.
don't you forget it's not a party when we're gone,
and if the cops come by,
have a drink and tell 'em this one's for the boys,
and i will try, try, try to forget.
yes, i will try, try, try to forget.
i'm gonna try, try, try to forget that i'm gone.
