Hiding in his sleeping bag outside the club in Spokane
He's tried to keep a record of all the places he sleeps
Dirty sofas in the living rooms of the people we meet
He's got his brand new nephews up in pictures on his phone
Saying "Man, this is one hell of a night to be so far away from home"
Tried to keep a record of all the things I've learned and lost
Like how sometimes we negotiate before we know the whole cost
We've got miles to go
We've got miles
We've got miles to go
We've got miles
I saw the west coast moving like a fast motion frame
Ten pre-sales and demographics wasn't just an easy escape
Push back against sentiment that lately I've changed
And at least when no one knew mine, I could remember people's names
You know we all know to avoid you when you come back from your trips
Don't ask any questions and you just want us to get
It's only kinda listening but I do understand
How the slow roll of black rubber bring out the worst in a man
We've got miles to go
We've got miles
We've got miles to go
We've got miles
We are able
The road turns into cane when we slow down
We've got miles
One more time with a load-out past the tired brick walls
Everybody's smelling cigarettes and making good-night calls
Thought about your table and I thought about your face
Thinking maybe I could trade this in and get those in its place
We've got miles and miles
And miles and miles to go