Names

As the warmth of the sun leaves my back,
and these bruise colored skies turn to black,
none of these faces look the same,
and not a one knows my name,
oh I am a long way from home.

This road is now my only friend,
it welcomes the through straights and through bends,
but no matter how long I stay,
it'll never know my name,
oh I am a long way from home.

Oh I am a long way from home.