you were gonna change the world on the road now show the low down to the high in hopes the sun doesn t go down roll so swiftly on your fame inflamed your hype sights wrote your name in lights some nights it ain t some nights it s the bar scene guitar tuned and liquor flick your scars on the marquee surrounded by the conversations about your conversations and how your patient with the common confrontation good morning minnesota good evening arizona good morning california then your son turns one try to call him from promise to kiss him when it s christmas and whispers get it to him you run through the desert silence screaming as you dream through the road swells recognize the dude in the mirror and hotels can t hold it rode in flags after memphis zonin out the window sinking thinking pack bag and message but you done partied with the superstars remember all your songs remember who you are how d you get a ticket on that shooting star remembered all your songs remember who you are just ponder off a yonder picture framing this hindsight the hotel trying to rinse its stains from the limelight try to wonder if you changed did it change us feel the earth spinning under big fangs plus with vegas playing tricks on your mind watching the life form pray the days are fast pass in that ice storm out run the spin of the globe but where the splits in the road get home to visit kiss his kids in the phone yo it ll get you if you give it control cause they be screaming your name and fame is vicious as you wish it was slow it s mad addictive playing stardom start pretending it s true starlight dims and thins when remembering you you never thought that you d get here so fast cold flash pass the ghost of yourself in the past you know all the seasons by the leavings and the stages you re on important message return to sender and space from major tom  but you were gonna change the game on the road true but to see himself in the old you but when you change to chasing dolo the greatest solo ever sang it came to fame the fated photo catch a breath of clear blue nobody hears you or disappears in the rear view long the rows like a prayer contemplation counting cactus 100 bottles of beer on the wall melt it down spit your life in the air sign your name on the smoke just like you did last night and tomorrow you gon do it again though you pretend that you won t get on again and see it through to the end to feel the road spinning nomad fast and hit it no mass get at it and catch it in this adaptive meditation the shrinking scenery space and the dreams to keep chasing thinking deep between the past and the present that s the nation 1