He's been chasing white lines underneanth the open sky Following them far away from the ones he left behind And even though he's misses her He was born a traveler White line after white line he inhales White line after white line he inhales He's a drifter and a gambler He's a lonely rolling stone He's a dreamer and a rambler And the highway is his home All the pain that he's collected On a long and wicked road It's in his eyes But the dream in inside the drifter never dies People turn to vampires on these veins of interstate Hearts gift-wrapped in barbed wire as they move from place to place And he can nail them on the wind The demons chasing after him White line after white line he exhales White line after white line he exhales He's a drifter and a gambler He's a lonely rolling stone He's a dreamer and a rambler And the highway is his home All the pain that he's collected On a long and wicked road is in his eyes But the dream in inside the drifter never dies And even though he misses her He was born a traveler White line after white line he inhales White line after white line he exhales

When I was a kid, the things I did were hidden under the grid Young and naive, I never believed that love could be so well hid With regret I'm willing to bet, and say the older you get It gets harder to forgive and harder to forget It gets under your shirt like a dagger at work The first cut is the deepest but the rest still flipping hurt You build your heart of plastic Get cynical and sarcastic And end up in the corner on your own 'Cause I'd love to feel love but I can't stand the rejection I hide behind my jokes as a form of protection I thought I was close but under further inspection It seems I've been running in the wrong direction Oh no So what's the point in getting your hopes up When all you're ever getting is choked up When you're coked up And can't remember the reason why you broke up You call her in the morning When you're coming down and falling Like an old man on the side of the road 'Cause when you're apart you don't want to mingle When you're together you want to be single Ever the chase to taste the kiss of bliss That made your heart tingle How much greener the grass is With those rose tinted glasses But the butterflies they flutter by and leave us on our arses 'Cause I'd love to feel love but I can't stand the rejection I hide behind my jokes as a form of protection I thought I was close but under further inspection It seems I've been running in the wrong direction, there's Fish in the sea for me to make a selection I'd jump in if it wasn't for my ear infection 'Cause all I want to do is try to make a connection It seems I've been running in the wrong direction Oh Oh, oh, I'd love to feel love but I can't stand the rejection I hide behind my jokes as a form of protection I thought I was close but under further inspection It seems I've been running in the wrong direction I'd love to feel love but I can't stand the rejection I hide behind my jokes as a form of protection I thought I was close but under further inspection It seems I've been running in the wrong direction, oh It seems like I'm running in the wrong direction, ohh Seems like I'm running in the wrong direction, ohh Well, it seems I've been running in the wrong direction, oh no Seems I've been running in the wrong direction, oh

In a shingle covered cottage at the foothills of blue stacks Near a mountain stream that's flowing crystal clear Where the humming birds and honey bees feed on mama's roses My mem'ries just grow sweeter with the years Mem'ries of my childhood are as sweet as mountain honey And as fresh as a dew on morning glory vines I grew up surrounded by the sights and sounds of nature And they're forever present in my mind But I'm headed in the wrong direction home Headed in the wrong direction home There's no place like home But I'm headed in the wrong direction home Teardrops mingled with the summer rain that was a falling The day I left my mountain home behind With a suitcase in my hand and a hope in my heart I was following a dream I had to find In that shingled covered cottage at the foothills of the smokies Waits a family hat I'm longing to see And mountain streams and fields of green And rolling hills stay in my dreams But I'm many, many miles from tennessee And still headed in the wrong direction home Headed in the wrong direction home But maybe I'll get back before too long But I'm headed in the wrong direction home