Текст песни empty roads, she's beautiful - Heylog

You see me walk out the door
Ice, freezing 'n' storms
Pray I make it home
Late a.m. 'n' roads

See me moving along
And this is where I belong
She don't want me home
Late on empty roads

Highway, empty roads
Pass through constructed zones
Heading straight at storms
And she's so beautiful

These dark empty roads
Are filled with traffic cones
They always took so long
A patient drive back home

(On empty roads
Empty-

Empty roads)