Jan Wickline - Darkest Road For Miles lyrics

See the room about half empty Singles by the bar And the room filled with stale smoke From the owner's cheap cigar Same one line pitches Salesman's new suit And the waitress never smiles at me She just overhears the truth And those endless nights of playing Go out with the styles And those endless years of praying On the darkest road for miles... Well this crowd's about to break me Is there anybody there Who's up enough to wake me Doesn't anybody care So I'm packing up equipment As I'm heading for the door And the owner calls me over Just to take a little more You can undercut my money Like you've undercut my style And you take away the pleasure On the darkest road for miles... So I carry on this journey For a dollar and a smile The road I've chose is so dark and lonely Sit and rest my feet awhile Sometimes I wonder why I bother Toss it in and watch it go But the road is always calling Cause there's always one more show You play because it's in you Tribulation and trial You need them and you know it On the darkest road for miles..miles 4X