[Verse 1: Qwel]
You were gonna change the world on the road now
Show the low-down to the high in hopes the Sun doesn't go down
Roll so swiftly on your fame, inflamed your hype
Sights [?}, wrote your name in lights
Some nights it ain't [this honest?], some nights it's the bar scene
Guitar tuned and liquor flick your scars on the marquee
Surrounded by the conversations, about your conversations
And how your patient with the common confrontation
Good morning Minnesota, good evening Arizona
Good morning California then your son turns one
Try to call him from [Chrissi's & Mazula?]
Promise to kiss him when it's Christmas and whispers get it to him you run
Through the desert silence screaming as you dream through the road swells
Recognize the dude in the mirror and hotels
Can't hold it, rode in flags after Memphis
Zonin' out the window sinking thinking pack bag and message

[Hook (x2):]
But you done partied with the superstars
Remember all your songs, remember who you are
How'd you get a ticket on that shooting star
Remembered all your songs, remember who you are

[Verse 2: Qwel]
Just ponder off a yonder picture framing this hindsight
The hotel trying to rinse its stains from the limelight
Try to wonder if you changed, did it change us
Feel the Earth spinning under big fangs plus
With Vegas playing tricks on your mind, watching the life form
Pray the days are fast, [Davis?] pass in that ice storm
Out run the spin of the globe, but where the splits in the road
Get home to visit kiss his kids in the phone
Yo, it'll get you if you give it control, cause they be screaming your name
And fame is vicious as you wish it was slow
It's mad addictive playing stardom start pretending it's true
Starlight dims and thins when remembering you
You never thought that you'd get here so fast, cold flash
Pass the ghost of yourself in the past
You know all the seasons by the leavings and the stages you're on
Important message: "return to sender and space from Major Tom"
[Hook (x2):]

[Verse 3:]
But you were gonna change the game on the road true
But [with the star that you becomes?] to see himself in the old you
But when you change to chasing dolo, the greatest solo ever sang
It came to fame the fated photo, [guess? yes?]
Catch a breath of clear blue
Nobody hears you or [stares?] disappears in the rear-view
Long the [vatted?] rows like a prayer
Contemplation [to stair?]
Counting cactus, 100 bottles of beer
On the wall, melt it down, spit your life in the air
Sign your name on the smoke, just like you did last night
And tomorrow you gon' do it again, though you pretend that you won't
Get on again and see it through to the end
To feel the road spinning nomad-fast and hit it no mass
Get at it and catch it, in this adaptive meditation
The shrinking scenery space and the dreams to keep chasing
Thinking deep between the past and the present, that's the nation

[Hook (x2):]