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Even Prophets Get Tired

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Here I go, engine rolling through the same old miles Stories in the rearview, stacking up in crooked piles Strangers when I step off, holding out hands I won’t ever shake twice Town after town, getting keys to rooms with my painted-on smile You laugh so loud it rattles my ribs But you don’t know the half of the shit that I did You'll play your part for a song to believe But you'll lend your heart to a man you know will leave Can’t you see, I’ve been running so long Every road’s got a price, every night another song I laugh for the camera, but the lines run deep If you really knew me, you’d hear it when I sing Under this leather smile, I’m wearing thin Yeah, even prophets get tired again Back of the bus, faces flicker and fade Bourbon in a paper cup, taste just the same in every place A thousand first hellos, they all sound rehearsed All that freedom I chased never cures the thirst City after city, I spin the same lines Making a living from the weight in my eyes I won't let it show, 'cause you'll walk away You'll see past the phantom you paid to parade Can’t you see, I’ve been running so long Every road’s got a price, every night another song I laugh for the camera, but the lines run deep If you really knew me, you’d hear it when I sing Under this leather smile, I’m wearing thin Yeah, even prophets get tired again (You know I’m tired) Oh, even prophets feel it in the end What do you see when the lights all go out Just an old worn man, not a face in the crowd All the one-nighters in the world, can’t fill up the room No handshake or smile can drown out the truth It’s another new city, another borrowed bed I shake a dozen hands, but I live in my head Just a vagabond soul with some boots and a pen Yeah, I’m still out here running, ‘til the road ends