I've heard stories of loneliness
I've heard stories of pain
I've seen bloodshot skies through bloodshot eyes
And I've weathered a whole lot of rain

I've traveled down some windy highways
Crowded by people in fear
Where memories grow like the weeds in the park
And you water them down with a beer

But I never hear a thing
about you
I don't ever hear a thing
about you

All nestled down in a windy truck stop
Just off the interstate
Noticing how the lines on the map
Look like the lines time drew on my face

I'd like to show you the dreams I've grown
In the garden in the back of my mind
I get flowers that look just like you
Time after time after time

But I never hear a thing
about you
I don't ever hear a thing
about you

Sometimes I think that you might pass my way again
And then I think I hear your voice
But I know it's just the wind

'Cause I never hear a thing
About you, no
I don't ever hear a thing
About you