the alarm starts ringing,
I stumble down to the car,
scrape the ice till the window's clear
chasing down a long tomorrow
8 o 'clock, hit the shop,
turn the lock, turn the heat on
People comin' by their hammers,
by their nails to build a dream home
chasin' down a long tomorrow
The crowd calls the sound
The band will kick it out
When I come off the stage
They'll have to carry me away
Six o 'clock, close the shop
Punch the clock, turn the lights down low
Six string waiting in the corner
Chasing down a long tomorrow
The band will kick it out,
When I come off the stage,
they'll have to carry me away
it's sound check and a whiskey
The state smells like cigarettes and beer
The waitress gives a wave
while the boys begin to play
four hours till we close it down
The band will kick it out
When I come off the stage
You'll have to carry me away
Till the dream is over you