This job takes me all over,
don't always get a say in where I go.
In a hotel in Chicago,
in a neighborhood that I don't really know.
There's sirens and loud music across the hall,
I hear a couple fight.
And I wonder what they're doing,
begging way across tonight.
I close my eyes and picture all my
friends in that little Georgia town.
There'll be a dance tonight and
everyone will compromise a miles around.
Meanwhile here I am now in this cheap
place with its broken neon lights.
And I hear the voice that's calling,
begging way across tonight.
There's a mirror cracked and dirty
and I see myself so tired and alone.
I think about this life spent on the road,
so often far from home.
I look at that old photo of my wife and kids,
Lord tell me they're alright.
Wishing I was with them,
begging way across tonight.
I close my eyes and picture all my
friends in that little Georgia town.
There'll be a dance tonight and
everyone will compromise a miles around.
Meanwhile here I am now in this cheap
place with its broken neon lights.
I hear the voice that's calling,
begging way across tonight.
And I hear the voice that's calling,
begging way across tonight.