It's nothing but the hits in a room downtownThe noisiest hell but nicePeople don't usually get to play in thereMore than a time or twiceYou had your regular spotThey were even advertising you manBetter than the usual thing you gotStaying just ahead of the gameAhead of the gameI can't tell you one thing newAbout playing for the doorSome of my dreams back there tooWith the sawdust on the floorWe're worn out and weary, all of usBut we know why we canBound up and we're freeBound up to this old busStaying just ahead of the gameAhead of the gameThe sky is as big as nowhereWhich is where we've beenLeft a dream behind there somewhereYou've got to have a dreamIn your handLook up to the sunWhen you know you'll love to seeIt move you aroundNot to the left but to the rightIt could just be how you feelI've got everything to giveSome days too it will beLong goneBut you do knowIs a place I can't fillAnd if I cannot helpThen you ought to knowI gave your buddy a ride to the trainHe was telling me he'd be backThere was a red light shining, love in vainWhen we rolled across the trackWhere is the bartender selling beat-up car?Needs a ticket for a bus or a planeSing a song right up, heading for homeStaying just ahead of the gameAhead of the gameAhead of the gameAhead of the game