It begins to tell round midnight, midnight. I do pretty well till after sundown. Supper time I'm feelin' sad. But it really gets bad round midnight. .
1: It's a long row of zeroes, shining in that dashboard light. Another million miles in some rental car, another highway in the night. Another day, another week, another month, away from my family.
Because I always feel like running. Not away, because there is no such place. Because, if there was I would have found it by now. Because it's easier to run,.
He got all of his money tied up in guitars. His poster hangin up at an east side bar. Sets his tip bucket up by the microphone stand. He don't think about it, he's a rock n roll man.