The glamorous life of a musician
Traveling on the road
Is very overrated
Take it from one who knows
The greasy food, the hotel rooms
The wake-up calls, the singer's moods
And morning flights on tiny planes
You sure are gonna crash
I shouldn't have left you in LA
You were curled up on the bed sleeping
The sun just peeking over the Hollywood sign
After the rush of the last gig
When I'm not feeling so damn big
I return to my hotel to find
Another night
Another room
Another moon that haunts me so
I close the blinds and turn the lights down low
One more thought about your face
About the smile I can't erase
Another night I lie awake alone
The radio is turned down low
The trumpet plays something sad in the dark
A moody song you used to sing
Though I never liked it much
I thought it was too square
Now that you're not here, it's everywhere
Another town
Another show
And one last thing before I go
I should have stayed another night
I should have stayed another night with you
The radio is turned down low
The trumpet plays something sad in the dark
A moody song you used to sing
Though I never liked it much
I thought it was too square
Now that you're not here, it's everywhere
Another town
Another show
And one last thing before I go
I should have stayed another night
I should have stayed another night with you
After the rush of the last gig
When I'm not feeling so damn big
I return to my hotel to find
Another night
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