I never knew the names, I never really caredLying to himself, he was never just a young kid scaredLiving on his own with no one to hold on toNowhere to go, nothing to doBut lying awake and praying that one daySomeone will come and ease the wayAll he knows are highways and broken heartsLate nights and old guitarsWondering where you are, you're so far awayShoes are worn and tired and not at their bestLike a gypsy, never sure where he'll be going nextSuperficial friends and girls with glazed over eyesIt's a good time, but just for the nightAnd off he'll go to maybe Mexico, and off to ColoradoAll he knows are highways and broken heartsLate nights and old guitarsWondering where you are, you're so far awayStaring through the walls of that motel roomReflecting on his days, the route he seemed to chooseWell good, I'd shine the bat, can he turn this thing aroundShould he drop to his knees or just give up nowBegging for release in the night, has he gone too far to fight?All he knows are highways and broken heartsLate nights and old guitarsWondering where you are, you're so far awayYou're so far awayYou're so far awayYou're so far awayYou're so far away