See the room about half empty   Singles by the bar   And the room filled with stale smoke   From the owner's cheap cigar      Same one line pitches   Salesman's new suit   And the waitress never smiles at me   She just overhears the truth      And those endless nights of playing   Go out with the styles   And those endless years of praying   On the darkest road for miles...      Well this crowd's about to break me   Is there anybody there   Who's up enough to wake me   Doesn't anybody care      So I'm packing up equipment   As I'm heading for the door   And the owner calls me over   Just to take a little more      You can undercut my money   Like you've undercut my style   And you take away the pleasure   On the darkest road for miles...      So I carry on this journey   For a dollar and a smile   The road I've chose is so dark and lonely   Sit and rest my feet awhile      Sometimes I wonder why I bother   Toss it in and watch it go   But the road is always calling   Cause there's always one more show      You play because it's in you   Tribulation and trial   You need them and you know it   On the darkest road for miles..miles 4X