My life has been a 2-lane road to nowhere
And now I wonder if I am the only traveler there
And did I drive it drunk or was I sober
An empty road leaves little room
For anyone to care
And when I came between those empty
boundaries
Were there fence posts or some arrows
Telling me ways to go
Or did I hide inside a dream from those who
found me
What’s the difference and then how the hell
would I know
Come see me in Eureka
In Nevada on a Sunday
Eight hours from Blind Valley
On the loneliest highway
We’ll both sit down and never find
A single thing to say
That’s how it is in lonely towns
On lonely old highways
I finally found where friends of mine been
hiding
Way out on lone highways
In their vehicles of sin
A single wave says howdy and goodbye then
As we pass each other
Without looking back again
Come see me in Eureka
On Nevada in a Sunday
Eight hours from Blind Valley
On the loneliest highway
We’ll both sit down and never find
A single thing to say
That’s how it is in lonely towns
On lonely old highways
