Miles Songtext
von Tyson Motsenbocker

Gabriel is tired, doesn′t wanna leave the van
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 nephew 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


Saw the west coast moving like a fast motion frame
Pretending pre-sales and demographics wasn′t just an easy escape
Pushed back against the sentiment that lately I've changed
And at least when no one knew my name 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 that you just want us to get
Was only kinda listening but I do understand
How the slow roll of black rubber could 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 Abel, the road
Turns into Cain when we slow down
We′ve got miles

One more time with the load out past the tired brick walls
Everybody smoking cigarettes and making goodnight 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