93,500 Miles

No one said it'd be easy, guess I knew it'd be hard from the start
cll it takes is one stuck bolt to stop the wheels and break your heart
Ninety three thousand, five hundred miles, bound to hit a bump in the road
Got ninety nine questions and two bad directions how the hell am I gonna get home

Never been one for what ifs, yeah I figure I'll just figure it out
Every once in a while, even a fearless heart knows the feeling of a little bit of doubt
Thirty six hundred fifty days, a heavy load we've been towing
Got ninety nine questions and two bad directions, can you tell me where the hell I am going

Do you ever wonder just what you're doing here
Do you ever ask the question- does anybody even care
Sometimes it seems the breakdowns are more than we can bear
But turning back now just don't make sense when you're already halfway there