40 Miler Lyrics

I talked to Brian about,
Frank too.
Holly already knew, yeah.
Holly already knew.
That I was like boxing outside of the lines,
Dodging potholes in the wind and rain,
This is insane, a single car accident,
With the never-ending radio playing,

Sleeping in the van out-front in case,
Up at six when I was out too late,
I said what I came to say,
Now I only complain,
I only complain on highways,

And I got miles and miles and miles,
of nothing but, miles and miles.

I can't stand songs about writing songs,
And albums over 40 minutes long,
And broke up bands on their 3rd re-union tour,
d*** bowie boats should have quit at age 24,
I got two jobs and a girl back home,
Collection agency's calling on my pre-paid cell phone,
It don't take skill nor luck,
To never amount to much.

But I got miles and miles and miles,
of nothing but, miles and miles.

But this is all been for nothing,
When this has all been for nothing,
I'd rather stay broke than play fake-a** shows,
Move from your heart, sing from your soul,
If you can't sing, then dance instead,
Music should sound like escape, not rent.
Music should sound like escape, not rent.
Music should sound like escape, not rent.

When this has all been for nothing,
When this has all been for nothing,

I got miles and miles and miles,
of nothing but, miles and miles.
miles and miles and miles,
of nothing but, miles and miles.