I got lost on the road somewhere
Was it Texas or was it Canada
Drinking whiskey in the morning light
I work the stage all night long
At first we laughed about it
My long haired drunken friends
Proposed a toast to Jimmy´s ghost
I never dreamed that I would wind up on the losing end

I´m stuck here on the inside looking out
I´m just another case
Where´s my makeup where´s my face on the inside

All got your kicks from what you saw up there
Eight bucks even buys a folding chair
I was downing seagrams on another flight
And I worked that stage all night long
You were screaming for the villain up there
And I was much obliged
The old road sure screwed me good this time
It´s hard to see where the vicious circle ends

I´m stuck here on the inside looking out
That´s no big disgrace
Where´s my makeup where´s my face on the inside