Running On Empty

Turns out staring at a ceiling fan For hours and hours and days on end Laying here in this old motel bed Can make you start to lose your head Burning a candle at both ends Jumping out a window just don't make sense When I'm running on empty On my way but not home yet This is the real me What you see is what you get Born to chase that old cliche 'bout a guitar and a dream Guess I'm somewhere in between Running on empty Running on empty Just a few miles left in my tank And even less money left in the bank I wonder how much more I can take What I wouldn't give to see your face When I'm running on empty On my way but not home yet This is the real me What you see is what you get Born to chase that old cliche 'bout a guitar and a dream Guess I'm somewhere in between Running on empty Running on empty If I could I'd drive all night Until I crossed that old Kentucky line And I'd be alright again But until then Until then I'm still running on empty On my way but not home yet This is the real me What you see is what you get Born to chase that old cliche 'bout a guitar and a dream Guess I'm somewhere in between I'm somewhere in between Running on empty Running on empty