It's 7:30 on a Friday evening He drove nine hours to the show He clips the mic and picks up his guitar "Check 1, 2, all systems go" He plays his music and tells his stories He sells some records and meets some fans Their admiration is encouraging But there's something no one understands It's after midnight on a Friday And he's got 12 more hours to go He loads the car and makes his way From Connecticut to Ohio His friends all tell him that he's lucky He's got freedom or so it seems But sleeping in a car outside of a gas station in the rain Is a funny way to live your dreams It's two o'clock now, in the morning He's been in his car since yesterday And in the quiet he starts thinking About the one that got away Well, she was young and she was pretty He made her laugh, she made him smile But for some reason or another The timing wasn't right If they're still meant to be, it'll be a while And he remembers talking to her For hours and hours on the phone And these memories keep him company While he's off chasing dreams alone It's 4 a.m. now on a Saturday He's driving as the whole world sleeps There's no one awake for him to call He is living the dream Or so they say