Highway Life

I met a woman from south Massachusetts Just east of the Rhode Island line She said "kiss me already, I know that you want to" Just with the look in those pretty brown eyes Those pretty brown eyes But I choked and asked her just what she was thinking What thoughts had been crossing her mind She said "baby well it won't be no fun if I tell you Just take a guess and let's see if you're right" And she kissed me that night Now I'm making my way down the fast lane on I-95 And your finding a seat on the tracks of the Providence Line Yeah I'm making my way down south for the very first time Gonna try living this highway life And you said to me "babe, let's go down to my hometown I'm sorry there ain't much to do" "'cept my great-grandpa's farm and brunch at the diner No streetlights, we'll drive by the light of the moon" So we rolled down the windows and you played Frank Ocean As we watched the country roll by And we talked 'bout how one day we'd move to the city All this time on the road has been making us tired Now I'm building a house on the fast lane down I-95 And you're feeling at home on the tracks of the Providence Line And someday I'll head back up north for the very last time But for now I'm living this highway life It's been a year of back and forth Getting to know every crack in the road And the deer that was hit by exit 24 Is a pile of withered old bones The work has dried up and we're all strung out But someday Imma buy us a home Put five thousand more miles on this four-wheeled house Turns out I ain't built for a life on the road For a life on the road So I'll trade in my house on the fast lane down I-95 For a one-room apartment right next to the providence line And next time I head north I swear it'll be the last time Cause I'm tired of living this highway life Yes I'm tired of living this highway life