 The interstates and eighteen wheelers.
The sketches on the rest stop bathroom stalls.
I call her from a hotel pay phone so far from it all.
The odometer is hypnotizing.
The tires turn the dirt for miles and miles.
I wanna see the Nashville skyline,
Only for awhile.
'Cause I heard about the party last night.
I heard that there were drugs and fist fights.
When all I see are miles of streetlights,
That's when I miss home.
So I try, try, try to forget but I die inside every time I miss it,
'Cause you're still three shy.
Don't you forget it's not a party when we're gone,
And if the cops come by,
Have a drink and tell 'em this one's for the boys,
And I will try, try, try to forget that I'm gone.
A thousand miles until the ocean.
Casinos sit a couple miles ahead.
The city's in the rearview mirror.
Tennessee's in bed.
Now I'm drinking at the Blackjack table.
A cigarette is hanging from my lips.
My head is spinning round in circles as I take a sip,
'Cause I heard you split a cab ride last night.
I hope you found your way home alright,
'Cause underneath a sea of bright lights,
I feel alright here.
And I try, try, try to forget but I die inside every time I miss it,
'Cause you're still three shy.
Don't you forget it's not a party when we're gone,
And if the cops come by,
Have a drink and tell 'em this one's for the boys,
And I will try, try, try to forget that I'm gone.
And I try, try, try to forget but I die inside every time I miss it,
'Cause you're still three shy.
Don't you forget it's not a party when we're gone,
And if the cops come by,
Have a drink and tell 'em this one's for the boys,
And I will try, try, try to forget.
Yes, I will try, try, try to forget.
I'm gonna try, try, try to forget that I'm gone.
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