only 200 miles more... again... and always...

They say that I am crazy,
my life wasting on this road,
that time will find my dreams,
scattered dead and cold...

But I heard there is a light,
drawing me to reach an end,
and when I reach there, I'll turn back,
and you and I can begin again...

I've got 200 more miles of rain, asphalt and light,
before I sleep,
But there'll be no warm sheets or welcoming arms,
to fall into tonight...

I've got 200 more miles of pain, asphalt and blood,
before I sleep,
But I wouldn't trade all your golden tomorrows,
for one hour of this night...