This map hung up on the truck stop hallway door
  is looking worn and I can hardly read it anymore
  I feel like I'm a speck thrown on the map
  and I can't help my urge to laugh
  I never used to feel like that
  Well I'm half awake half a world away
  all my past mistakes and every wasted day
  I wouldn't have it any other way
  I'll try through my haze and half shut eyes
  to count up all the reasons why
  I should be back at home tonight
  Half awake half a world away
  all my past mistakes and every wasted day
  proves that I'll never change
  I'll always stay the same
  I wouldn't have it any other way