Lyrics

I sit here all alone in this old hotel room
and I try to think of something I could say
that would make me feel better than I ought to
and help me make it through another day.

The highway signs are old and they are faded.
I get lost sometimes when I am on the road.
Like the highway signs, my memories are slowly fading.
Maybe it's just 'cause I am getting old.

I'll probably be back home sometime tomorrow evening.
Until then I'll stare out at the lonesome road
and I'll try to find the words to say what I'm feeling.
And add them to the stories that I've told.

The highway signs are old and they are faded.
I get lost sometimes when I am on the road.
Like the highway signs, my memories are slowly fading.
Maybe it's just 'cause I'm getting old.
I guess it's just because I'm getting old.