One Million Motors

It is miles upon miles for a traveling man
 bittersweet smiles
 reminders that you understand
 But shaking nerves still come unwound in messages
 stories of coming back around
 These barren, hungry tires grip the earth
 as where we are becomes where we were
 When destination slams into location night after night
 you know the taste of dirt
 It is miles upon miles for a calling
 closer to home with every word I sing
 Anxiety and relief still contend in messages
 stories of coming home to a best friend
 Leaving feels a lot like falling
 like a million motors running in my stomach
 It kills me to say all these late night phone calls
 are the most I can offer when the train pulls up
 Leaving feels a lot like falling
 like cyanide and cyclones
 leaving feels a lot like falling
 but I'm always on my way home