It has been a long time

Traveling down these long and winding roads,

Trekking through state lines and truck stops,

Always moving in the face of the rising sun.

It has been so long

That this tattered, old leather jacket

Has grown accustomed to daily journeys—

My only true comfort.

Yes, this is the same jacket that I wore

The day I left,

The same one you bought me

As a birthday gift.

I don't think you would recognize it now;

It's been through a lot,

Quite a harsh wear and tear,

Even some fading in the color.

It's not new anymore.

I don't think you would recognize me anymore,

I've been through a lot,

Quite a harsh wear and tear,

Even some fading in the color.

No, always moving in the face of the rising sun.

Don't think much about where it sets,

Too ashamed to think about that, to face the other way.