Brian Marquis - Highways and Heartache [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Well I was born with an itch

One I could never quite scratch

The dust in my trail stays cold at my back

The urge to get up and leave

Find a different place to sleep

A town that knows not my name or my call

Well I have you to thank

And I have you to blame

For laying that six-string right in my hand

A gift and a curse

Though I don’t know what’s worse

To be normal or a wanderer like me

It’s all the same

Gone, gone are the days

Well I keep checking my rearview

Missing mountains in plain view

Getting lost in myself, getting lost in my mind

Highways and heartache

No man should ever be this awake

Just point me in the direction fools travel by night

Well the scars on my body

Are a map I must carry

Guiding me forward through darkness and light

It’s all the same

Gone, gone are the days