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Reno
03:41
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This rig’s long-time running but alone I drive.
I’m dying to ditch it, rest my eyes for a while
cause I’ve been dragging a mess since exit 95.
Hauling fence post holes with one black eye.
Just another dead head from the Dirty Side.
Trucking a load that’s weighing on me.
But it ain’t freight I’m carrying, just this ring you see
and thoughts of a girl who wouldn’t marry me.
So there ain’t nothing left that could make me bleed
cause there ain’t nothing left – no more blood in me.
But you can hitch a ride if you’re on my route.
Hop on up inside tell me what’s knocked you down.
Road-worn heartache is our currency now.
500 miles to Reno, so let it out.
We got time and troubles, let it out.
I ain’t seen no one since Bright Lights,
so the price of riding shotgun is fair, alright?
If you’re gonna be hitching with me, just talk through the night.
We’ll keep the shiny side up and pray for no bear bites.
Drinking hundred mile ‘til we hit daylight.
This stretch is straight, I’m not raking the leaves.
No one’s shooting our backs, we ain’t got no 10-33.
So share your worries, lay it all on me.
There’s nothing but salt lakes surrounding us we
got plenty of space, so drain your woes for free.
You can hitch a ride if you’re on my route.
Hop on up inside tell me what’s bringing you down
Road-worn heartache is our currency now.
500 miles to Reno, so let it out.
We got time and troubles, let it out.
I’m an expert in down and out.
And I can see there’s something that’s got you hanging around
this truck stop and the sandbox on the edge of town.
So don’t check for rubbernecks,
just grab your pack cause I’m about to head out.
Yeah, you can hitch a ride if you’re on my route.
Hop on up inside tell me what’s bringing you down.
Road-worn heartache is our currency now.
500 miles to Reno, so let it out.
Yeah, you can hitch a ride cause you’re on my route.
Hop on up inside and let your tears fall down.
Painful stories are our currency now.
500 miles to Reno.
500 miles to Reno.
500 miles to Reno.
500 miles so spill it or get out.
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2. |
Fernweh (Acoustic)
03:44
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Stuck in this town
With nothing and no one around.
Little prospect for love now.
I’ve got to burn these lonesome feelings down.
Oh, burn them down.
I know what they say is true:
“Gloom ain’t an attractive point of view”
“No one wants little boy blue”
But I just don’t know what I’m supposed to do, so I
Blame the tramping, the nomad, the road.
It’s easier to blame the road than admit I’m flawed.
Easier to blame the journeys through foreign countries
Than fix all these glaring mistakes
I picked up along the way.
Oh, but really now, they’re my mistakes.
Hitchhiked my way to Voss
With a tent and a stranger, one last pair of socks,
Second-hand curtains for blankets we found in an abandoned box—
among indecipherable signs and sidewalks, I
I never felt lost.
Now I’m constantly itching to go
To where and to whom I don’t know.
Fernweh is status quo.
Oh, I am yearning to blow this town, and
Blame the tramping, the nomad, the road.
It’s easier to blame the road that admit I’m flawed.
Easier to blame the journey through foreign countries
Than fix all these glaring mistakes, I
Blame the tramping, the nomad, the road.
It’s easier to blame the road that admit I’m flawed.
Easier to blame the journeys through foreign countries
Than fix these mistakes
I picked up along the way.
Oh, they’re my mistakes.
Oh, but really now…
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Another song from my weakened heart.
I’ll write it out, no one will hear it.
Surely nothing more than a lesser work of art.
We’ll all just ignore it.
Jesus I know this dispiriting road.
So often I traveled it alone
Stumbling on every stone.
Mud on my hands, dirt in my eyes,
I hear the same advice.
But how many times can I try?
I’m giving in and that’s alright.
I’ll take myself home and turn off the lights.
Tell no one “I’m sorry” as I give up the fight.
It ain’t worth it.
I’ll sing these sad songs into the night—
An erstwhile bandit of no delight.
I stole no hearts, though I tried.
I’m out of excuses for falling behind.
Is there nothing I can have to hold?
I am searching in the dark.
My beauty is fading & I’m nowhere close to old,
But bit by bit I’ve fallen apart.
Jesus I know this dispiriting road.
So often I traveled it alone
Stumbling on every stone.
Mud on my hands, dirt in my eyes,
I hear the same advice.
But how many times can I try?
I’m giving in and that’s alright.
I’ll take myself home and turn off the lights.
Tell no one “I’m sorry” as I give up the fight.
It ain’t worth it.
I’ll sing these sad songs into the night—
An erstwhile bandit of no delight.
I stole no hearts, though I tried.
It ain’t worth it.
I just want it to end, to retire
and throw laughter & comfort & love on the pyre.
But I lack the strength that is required—
It ain’t worth it.
Don’t say “it takes time” or “feign a smile,”
Just let me grieve and lay here a while—
Jaded and broken from years of denial.
Oh, I’ll fall behind.
I fall behind.
I fall behind,
An erstwhile bandit of no delight.
I stole no hearts, though I tried.
I ain’t worth it.
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