The Drifter

He’s been chasing white lines across 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 barbed wire as the move from place to place

And he can nail them on the wind

The demons chasing after him

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 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