Wide awake at four in the morning
I stepped into the living room to play some guitar
The six strings they weren’t talking so I tuned ‘em
No point in chasing up the roadie
He was crashed in the backseat in some groupie’s arms
Life on the road
Life here at home
Sometimes I can’t really tell the difference no more
What city is this?
It really doesn’t matter
As long as people are screaming that we’re playing for
A few years back there we were in high school
Man was life sure a simpler time
Wherever we played we got laid and
We even got paid though it was always nickel and dime
We drove around in a blue station wagon
All the guitars and drums
Barely fit in the back
Now we roll in a big Silver Eagle
And everything but the rims is painted Midnight Black
Life on the road
Life here at home
Sometimes I can’t really tell the difference no more
What city is this?
It really doesn’t matter
As long as people are screaming that we’re playing for
Looking out the windows all there is is rain
Covering the darkness as far as I can see
I started thinking about when we lost a brother
The day my very first drummers bike met a tree
This is when the bottle opens
I don’t even chose to waste the time with a glass
Time to say goodbye once more to a friend
Just keep tipping the bottle till it kicks my ass
Life on the road
Life here at home
Sometimes I can’t really tell the difference no more
What city is this?
It really doesn’t matter
As long as people are screaming that we’re playing for
©MDM