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 kill you till one of them does
Well they'll say, "He died doing what he loves"
...