Regret on the Road

Feeling regret, in this king-sized bed. Down-soft pillow underneath my head.

Lying awake and the sleep won't come. So I get into

my car and start the 351. Head down the road with a tank full of

gas. If the world doesn't like me, it can kiss my ass.

Feeling regret for things in my life. Put a dollar sign first and

it's causing me strife. Got houses, money, cars,

and fame. But with all these things, I'm still feeling the pain.

The harder I work, the more I regret. 'Cause what I