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.