the interstates and eighteen wheelers.

 the sketches on the rest stop bathroom stalls.

 i call her from a hotel pay phone so far from it all.

 the odometer is hypnotizing.

 the tires turn the dirt for miles and miles.

 i wanna see the nashville skyline,

 only for awhile.

 'cause i heard about the party last night.

 i heard that there were drugs and fist fights.

 when all i see are miles of streetlights,

 that's when i miss home.

 so i try, try, try to forget but i die inside every time i miss it,

 'cause you're still three shy.

 don't you forget it's not a party when we're gone,

 and if the cops come by,

 have a drink and tell 'em this one's for the boys,

 and i will try, try, try to forget that i'm gone.

 a thousand miles until the ocean.

 casinos sit a couple miles ahead.

 the city's in the rearview mirror.

 tennessee's in bed.

 now i'm drinking at the blackjack table.

 a cigarette is hanging from my lips.

 my head is spinning round in circles as i take a sip,

 'cause i heard you split a cab ride last night.

 i hope you found your way home alright,

 'cause underneath a sea of bright lights,

 i feel alright here.

 and i try, try, try to forget but i die inside every time i miss it,

 'cause you're still three shy.

 don't you forget it's not a party when we're gone,

 and if the cops come by,

 have a drink and tell 'em this one's for the boys,

 and i will try, try, try to forget that i'm gone.

 and i try, try, try to forget but i die inside every time i miss it,

 'cause you're still three shy.

 don't you forget it's not a party when we're gone,

 and if the cops come by,

 have a drink and tell 'em this one's for the boys,

 and i will try, try, try to forget.

 yes, i will try, try, try to forget.

 i'm gonna try, try, try to forget that i'm gone.