Miles Songtext
von Zach Bryan

These yellow lines go on forever
You should treat your baby better

Got myself a real love letter
Says she wants a man who
Buys her fine wines and paintings
She wants something kind and patient
Tells me nicely that I ain′t it
Then buys another round for
All her stuck-up friends in Brooklyn
If I'm so fucked up, why you lookin′?
At all my songs and all my bookings
At the local jail

I got miles, miles, miles, miles
Yeah, I've got miles

Well I got miles, I got miles, I got miles
Until I'm finally home
You got miles, you got miles, you got miles
Of me on your radio


Well all my habits ain′t genetic
They′re self-forming, don't you sweat it
I′ll do my very best to quit it
Wake up in the lobby

Best Western is where I call home
Side table and telephone
That Holy Bible sits alone
I guess I'll keep it company
Steal it when the morning comes
Spend my whole life running from
All the things I could become
They call it potential

I got miles, I got miles, I got miles
Until I′m finally home
They've got miles, they got miles, they got miles
Of me on their radio


These yellow lines go on forever
The highway′s just the moon but better
Truck stop food and rainy weather
Always get me going
I've been drinking wine for breakfast
Eggs and bacon make me restless
I'll be gone a long while
′Cause I′ve got miles

I got miles, I got miles, I got miles
Until I'm finally home
Well I got miles, I got miles, I got miles
I got miles, oh

Well I got miles, I got miles, I got miles
I got miles, I got miles
Well I got miles, I got miles, I got miles
I got miles, I got miles
Well I′ve got miles, I got miles, I got miles
I got miles, I got miles
Well I got miles, I got miles, I got miles