1, 2, 3, 4
Arlo knows the freeways like he knew his family's farm
All the paths and routes it'll take you from where you are
To where you're going
And he could drive 10,000 miles and never have to turn around
Black beauties in the glove box for when he was feeling down
He carries around his wife in a Tupperware on the seat
And he'd swear he could see her ghost flicker
When he flips on the high beams
When the driving gets too quiet
He'd sing her the songs that used to make her dance
A little blaze in the morning to chase away the night times trance
So is this all you have for me
So tell you it's not what I pictured when I was 17
And I keep on trying but I just can't believe
This is all you have for me
He used to own some cornfields up in old Illinois
Development screw-like cancerous tumours
And the government bled him dry
He held on just long enough to watch his son grow up
The bank called they took it all left him with nothing but his luck
So he pulls up to the neon glow of an old six motel
He stayed here about 100 nights and he never sleeps well
As the static on the TV lows him off to sleep
Swears he could hear her voice whisper
Between the chatter in his dreams
Is this all you have for me
I tell you it's not what I pictured when I was 17
And I keep on trying but I just can't believe
This is all you have for me
I keep on trying but I just can't believe
This is all you have for me
