Well I woke up Wednesday morning with bad weather in my brain, nI lay awake awhile ignoring all the rainnNow everybody’s talkin’ about who they plan to be, nEverybody’s talkin’, everybody except me…nnAnd no one cares about your heartache or which lonely town you’re from;nYou got to take your salvation boy, however it may comenAnd I can’t help but think about what I done wrongnTo deserve this a roamin’ this a travelin’ songnnNow I got a little money and I got a little time, nI got myself a pickup truck that I can call minenI got myself a guitar and I got myself some friendsnSome folks say I’m lucky, but I think it all depends…nnOn the lens that you are looking through and the music that you hear;nCause sometimes you don’t recognize your own face in the mirrornAnd I can’t help but think about what I done wrongnTo deserve this a roamin’ this a travelin’ songnnOut here on the highway, everything’s so slow, nI thought I knew my way home, but now I just don’t knownI’m going down the road with all them Easter Winds a blowin’nI’m going down the road and I don’t care where it’s going…nnSo one more cup of coffee and the radio is on;nAnd I’ll slip out your door to the breaking of dawnnAnd I can’t help but think about what I done wrongnTo deserve this a roamin’ this a travelin’ songnn