I'm somewhere off 140 West Heading to the coast of California more or less Gotta show the [?] there come Sunday Stopped off in this little quiet town Found a bite to eat, a place to bed down Yeah, I know it's getting late But I couldn't sleep at all And I didn't know who to call I got an empty bed and a heavy heart My whole live's wrapped up in this guitar These hotel walls feel like cold dark prisons I've got a brand new song and no one to listen Guess you could say that I'm the lucky one Chasing a dream off into the setting sun Like some kind of gypsy on the web Every call I've made, every letter that I've wrote says Life sure is great way out here on the road But you know, even gypsies need a friend You know I'm the worst at saying goodbye Can't find the words, it happens every time After all the years and miles You still got a way of making me smile When I got an empty bed and a heavy heart My whole live's wrapped up in this guitar When all my dreams seem like falling stars When hotel walls feel like cold dark prisons When I've got a brand new song and no one to listen Yeah, when hotel walls feel like cold dark prisons When I've got a brand new song and no one to listen