Strato Edge
War Child
My hometown in my rearview mirror
The grey skies ain't getting any clearer
If I knew where I was going, I'd stop to look back
But all I got now is some George Jones and a bottle of Jack
And through these drunken eyes I'll see the world
Through the bottom of a bottle somewhere up the road
This highway will whisper my name and this desert does the same
Where is a man to go to lose himself, is it posted on a rusted sign
Way out here on Highway 99?
The grey skies ain't getting any clearer
If I knew where I was going, I'd stop to look back
But all I got now is some George Jones and a bottle of Jack
And through these drunken eyes I'll see the world
Through the bottom of a bottle somewhere up the road
This highway will whisper my name and this desert does the same
Where is a man to go to lose himself, is it posted on a rusted sign
Way out here on Highway 99?
