We've been doing this longer than you've been alive
Propelled by some mysterious drive
And they still let me do it as weird as that seems
And I do it most nights and then again in my dreams
Infinite hallways in giant hotels
Dressing room looks about as good as it smells
Bottles of whiskey and bottles of beer
There's a bottle of medicine somewhere 'round here
We've been in nightclubs and we've been in bars
Honky tonks and theaters from Memphis to Mars
Most of our shows were a triumph of rock
Although some nights I might have been checking the clock
I'm only human though I'm super at times
I jump off of risers I should not have climbed
Rock jumps won't k** you till one of 'em does
Well they'll say, "He died doing what he loves"
Although we were all looking for someone who'd last