| When you look through the lights to the stage
|
| You see the man of your dreams
|
| You think his life’s full of parties and love
|
| But it’s not what it seems
|
| If you could see in his room right now
|
| You’d see how much love is showed
|
| There’s never really any romance on the road
|
| His forehead seems cut in two
|
| By the crease in his brown
|
| He chews his nails and he fidgets
|
| Just tryin' to settle on down
|
| The TV channels keep flippin'
|
| His adrenaline slowed
|
| There’s never really any romance on the road, oh no
|
| There’s never romance on the road
|
| Only frustration and overload
|
| He could fall in love but he’d never know
|
| For she’s only riding and he’s only hiding
|
| He’s sure to ask but she won’t say,"No"
|
| But there’s never really any romance on the road
|
| He was up in the bar straight-backed
|
| Did you see him before?
|
| Did he sign you his name?
|
| Come with me, listenin' at his door
|
| Hear himself so drunk calling home
|
| Can’t remember the code
|
| You know, there’s never really any romance on the road
|
| Oh no, no, no
|
| He’s held some beautiful girls in his arms
|
| But now he clutches his bunk
|
| For all the good that they’re doing him now
|
| He might as well be a monk
|
| For his memories ain’t worth a thing
|
| Till he’s old and he’s gone
|
| And his past never quite catches up
|
| The show’s movin' on
|
| Did he say he kept a picture
|
| Of a blonde haired girl who’d been kind?
|
| When he was last home, his own daughter
|
| Brought it into his mind
|
| Maybe closing bars and jets
|
| Paid some debts that he owed
|
| But there’s never really any romance on the road
|
| There’s never romance on the road
|
| Only frustration and overload
|
| He’s never learned a thing from the dust that blowed
|
| On stage for an hour, on a laser beam tower
|
| But you know he slept while the neon glowed
|
| There’s never really any romance on the road
|
| There’s never romance on the road
|
| Only frustration and overload
|
| He could fall in love but he’d never know
|
| For she’s only riding and he’s only hiding
|
| He’s sure to ask but she won’t say, «No»
|
| There’s never really any romance on the road |