 I've been up and down these highways, put up where I rode too hard. Worked to death to earn respect, and I've earned every single scar. I always thought that this was crazy. I didn't know it'd go this far, but here I am. A rusty shack. These wheels, they keep on turning, headed right into the stars. I know it's all been worth it, man, I sure miss playing bars. All I ever really wanted was to sing and play guitar.