400 Miles

Never been one to be tired of the road

Like an old trailer I just go where I'm towed

But the rooms are all empty

And the cupboards and the fridge are bare

And I couldn't say if I still even care

400 miles is a while to be stuck in my head

While you're lying alone in our bed

Signs that I might have misread

With the wheels of my life rolling over the road that I am on

Hardly been here and then gone

As the day fades out like a song