Yeah a melody is like a memory
And it circles back the past
And you play your songs while people listen
And you pray to God that it will last
But you learn to love the girls and whiskey
And the crowds screamin' out your name
And you think that you can find redemption
In the hot lights of the stage.
But when the show is over
And once again you're all alone
And the whiskey bottle is empty
And the girls have all gone home
And you're back out on the lonesome highway
With nothin' between you and the rain
And you're hoping God is still listening
When the song is all that remains.
You ain't been to church in years, boy
Yeah, you're going to hell, I suppose
Along with that girl in your bathroom
And that c**aine in your nose
Layin' alone on your motel bed
Wonderin' where you changed along the way
From a little boy in Virginia
Who just wanted a chance to play
And when the show is over
And once again you're all alone
And the whiskey bottle is empty
And the girls have all gone home
And you're back out on that lonesome highway
With nothin' between you and the rain
And you're hopin' God is still listening
When the song is all that remains
Yeah, you're back out on the lonesome highway
With nothin' between you and the rain
And you're hopin God is still listening
When the song is all that remains.