It's 11 am, where the hell am I?
Is it up time again?
It seems I just closed my eyes
As I wipe out the sweat of the last nights' disguise

Well, sharp ? at noon, I have a lobby call
The light burns my eyes and I start to crawl
The bus leaves soon but I don't care at all

And as the years begins to show me
My life and times are mad, I see
The years I hear I've burnt and dreamed, and changed

Well, it's just another roleless drive
Something dying deep inside
Never felt so tired and all alone

It's just ten thousand lonely miles
Till I hold your hand
And see you smile
A month has passed and I'm a little stoned

I'm on my way home

Copyright: Wixen Music Publishing
Writer(s): JEFFREY LYNN VANSTON, STEVEN LEE LUKATHER