This map hung up on the truck stop hallway door
is looking worn and i can hardly read it anymore
i feel like i'm a speck thrown on the map
and i can't help my urge to laugh
i never used to feel like that
well i'm half awake half a world away
all my past mistakes and every wasted day
i wouldn't have it any other way
i'll try through my haze and half shut eyes
to count up all the reasons why
i should be back at home tonight
half awake half a world away
all my past mistakes and every wasted day
proves that i'll never change
i'll always stay the same
i wouldn't have it any other way