It's six o'clock in the morning The sun was ready to
rise She spies the sun in his eyes And as she closes
his lunchbox She stays at home with the baby Somewhere
her sister is singing She's got a dream in her heart
A night is ready to start One's choosin',
one's cruisin' While songs are sung her dream's begun
Down the highway of their dreams To live through her
voice, she made a choice And she thinks of what it
means But neither one is free It's three o'clock in
the morning Am I a lot like her or is she just a bit
like me? I got an ache in my head Tomorrow,
we'll go to Texas Then sleep alone in my bed I throw
my clothes in the corner I hear it's sunny back home
I know that I gotta roam One's choosin',
one's cruisin' There ain't no use in pretending Down
the highway of their dreams While songs are sung her
dream's begun And she thinks of what it means To live
through her voice, she made a choice But neither one
is free Am I a lot like her or is she just a bit like
me? She puts her cans in the pantry I read my name
in the news I feel there's no time to lose She spends
her days sewing curtains Well it's a long way to Nashville
But then the garden is dry If we could do it all over
Would we still be satisfied?
One's choosin', one's cruisin' While songs are sung
her dream's begun Down the highway of their dreams
And she thinks of what it means To live through her
voice, she made a choice But neither one is free Am
I a lot like her or is she just a bit like me?