Cutting through the night
On the river that runs through this land
Searching for harbor while I feel
The skin fall right from my hand
And my shoulders are starting to fail
Never been this alone
Never been this far from my home
Been battered to the night sounds
Traveling across this land’s very soul
And the radio plays the soundtrack of my life
Two hundred miles to go
Two hundred miles to go
I could stick to this path
Take it all the way down to New Orleans
Living the life
That I wouldn’t even dare in my dreams
And the moon is starting to rise
Two hundred miles, two hundred miles