It's 7:30 on a Friday evening
He drove nine hours to the show
He clips the mic and picks up his guitar
"Check 1, 2, all systems go"
He plays his music and tells his stories
He sells some records and meets some fans
Their admiration is encouraging
But there's something no one understands
It's after midnight on a Friday
And he's got 12 more hours to go
He loads the car and makes his way
From Connecticut to Ohio
His friends all tell him that he's lucky
He's got freedom or so it seems
But sleeping in a car outside of a gas station in the rain
Is a funny way to live your dreams
It's two o'clock now, in the morning
He's been in his car since yesterday
And in the quiet he starts thinking
About the one that got away
Well, she was young and she was pretty
He made her laugh, she made him smile
But for some reason or another
The timing wasn't right
If they're still meant to be, it'll be a while
And he remembers talking to her
For hours and hours on the phone
And these memories keep him company
While he's off chasing dreams alone
It's 4 a.m. now on a Saturday
He's driving as the whole world sleeps
There's no one awake for him to call
He is living the dream
Or so they say