You send me pictures of you and your little boy So well intentioned I guess, want me to share your joy I feel like a peeping Tom staring through the windows of your soul I used to have a right to be there but that was years ago Before the miles and miles and miles of rodeo Swinging doors and hardwood floors and wheels out on the road Look how far I've come But never near enough I don't want to be me tonight I want to be the man you love No return address though the postmark reads Vermont But I guess a letter from me is the last thing that you really want I doubt that he'd understand coming from a man who lives this way Heck my hand's shaking too bad And what would I say About the miles and miles and miles of rodeo... I missed the boat when the ship came in Dreams don't float but hope can't swim But I'm drowning in this whiskey sea Did I make the choice or the choice make me? Or was it the miles and miles and miles of rodeo...