The streets all look the same
Have I really never been to this place before
I can't remember your name
Even though I am sure that I met you a long time ago
I drove 2500 miles
In only five days
30 hours behind the wheel
I am tired but I'm on my way
And still I wake up on the floor
It's nothing less and nothing more
Faded tags on backstage walls
It seems like I have seen them all
What am I doing this for?
The romantic sense of Rock'n'Roll
In the middle of nowhere on a parking lot
Expensive bad coffee from a paper cup
I drink too less and I smoke too much
A handshake good-bye was all I've got
Between load-in and load-out
Endless hours of hanging around
But not on the coach of the headlining band
I need to drive on my own in my own fucked up van
And still I wake up on the floor
It's nothing less and nothing more
Faded tags on backstage walls
It seems like I have seen them all
What am I doing this for?
The romantic sense of Rock'n'Roll
But still I love all this so much
Cause it's just everything that I've got
And still I love all this so god damn much
Cause it's just everything that I've got
Faded tags on backstage walls
It seems like I have seen them all
What am I doing this for?
The romantic sense of Rock'n'Roll
My tag it may fade one day
Or vanish under fresh white paint
Maybe that's the price it costs
If you would like to say: I did what I loved the most