there s an empty hall and it echos back at you it s like an empty freightline rollin through the dead of night no end in sight and nowhere to go with no one to call your own there ain t no voice on the other end of the telephone oh and i wish i could see that smile and hold it in a frame just for a while take me to the edge of the highway i ll find my way back home well there s a flood of tears they re just falling down like rain they spill into your empty bourbon glass pour it out fill it up again until you feel no pain wander to that bar and everybody s having fun they don t understand if i could see that smile and hold it in a frame just for a while take me to the edge of the highway i ll find my way back home there s a mirrored wall and it s starin back at you like an empty freightline rollin through the dead of night no end in sight and nowhere to go with no place to call your home there ain t no voice on the other end of the telephone oh and i wish i could see that smile and hold it in a frame just for a while take me to the edge of the highway i ll find my way back home yeah i find my way back home oh i find my way back home yeah i find my way back home