It's pretty cruel to drink alone And I can't help but feel so lame inside I see you naked through the phone You shouldn't mix your body with my pride It's pretty bold to write a song And hope the ink will make the silence right I'm mesmerizing every dove Candy words to fake a poet's lie Dreams die on the road (And you know I'm falling down) Dreams die on the road Dreams die on the road And you know I'll be a mess when I get home I'm low enough to take a bow Grind the pain, sweat and spit it out Pretty girls, second row They want it backstage after the show You wanna know how to raise a smile? Nothing seems to stick without your love Heavy smoke, filthy eyes Self-regret is knocking at my door Dreams die on the road (And you know I'm falling down) Dreams die on the road Dreams die on the road And you know I'll be a mess when I get home (And I know I'll make a mess when I get home) Dreams die on the road (And you know I'm falling down) Dreams die on the road Dreams die on the road And you know I'll be a mess when I get home (And I know I'll make a mess when I get home