Been down so many empty roads
We played a bunch of half empty shows
After the final chord rang out
Packed up the van and then we talked about
All the changes that we made
Before the best of plans got laid
Before we packed it in ourselves
Those are the nights I'll remember most
When each old melody became my home
Each mile further down the coast
Taught me what it is to find my own
While I see things getting better
I'll write a thousand love letters to the nights where it all began
On another winding road
To the next show
On another motel floor
To the next show
And now I'm sitting back at home
Another one I lose a bit more each time I go
And I'm so damn scared that I'll forget
The chord, the beat, the rise, the fall, the rest
But I'm not that far from rescue
One more month, and it's the next tour
Another show, another day
On another winding road
To the next show
To the next show
On another winding road
To the next show
On another motel floor
Get up, shake off the night before
On the way to the next show
I don't know where and I don't know when
I'll see your smile and feel its warmth again
Maybe I don't want to hit the big time
Just want to walk that fine line
Between the truth and getting paid