Verse Doing 200 nights a year on the road. Cheap restaurants and circuit overload. These towns all look the same after a while. I just want a warm loving heart and a beautiful smile. Pre Chorus On with the show. We’re singing the hits you all know. After our last song, we want to have a go again. Chorus. We don’t know anything else but being on stage. I’ve tried wage jobs. They don’t turn my knobs. I have to be true to myself. I’m not sitting on anyone elses shelf. Verse From the coast to the hills we’re at the top of the bill. This gritty life isn’t for the faint of heart. Sometimes I don’t know if this is the finish or the start. Pre Chorus We’re always together in this cramped motel room. Sometimes I feel impending doom. Sometimes I turn my blues into lyrics I can use in my songs. Chorus. We don’t know anything else but being on stage. I’ve tried wage jobs. They don’t turn my knobs. I have to be true to myself. I’m not sitting on anyone elses shelf. Bridge For a couple of bob I turn my guitar knobs. I put on a happy clown face and try not to let the monotony rob me of my creativity. Verse I strummed my way out of obscurity. Now I’m at the top of the bill. But I don’t feel like king of the hill. Sometimes I feel like I’ve had more than my fill. Pre Chorus It doesn’t matter how many people are in the crowd, I feel alone and so far from home. It doesn’t matter how much I make, I can’t fake it anymore. Chorus. We don’t know anything else but being on stage. I’ve tried wage jobs. They don’t turn my knobs. I have to be true to myself. I’m not sitting on anyone elses shelf.
