Passing cheap hotels toward home to get dreaming
 The city sky is starless on foot because I'm carless
 But the thirty block walk from the spot is not the farthest
 That I've gone I move on kept company by neon
 Lights 3 a.m. tonight the air is like freon
 Fifty in my pocket not much but I can't knock it
 Getting paid to light the mic up like a bulb in a socket
 Flip the switch tonight I saw it in their eyes
 The Fingers kept it live the energy never died
 It wouldn't be denied 214 Burnside
 We kept their heads moving even kids outside
 You can see them on the street through the stage door gate
 Ten o'clock even when it gets late
 Pass the mic at the end of the night to Dave Queen
 Then come back on Tuesday check out Sid the Tennesseans Tony
 Green and Stella yeah I remember Tuesdays
 No bad things now bring me back to hear the new play
 I'll stay late with D.J. Sass until the next day
 Fuck Key Largo take me back to the X-Ray
 Take me back to the X-Ray
 My fingers are frozen my coat is soaked through
 My toes are past numb we've got a hundred more to do
 They're only getting wetter got to get another up
 Luke loads the stapler then he slaps the hammer shut
 Tack tack tack down the right then the left side
 If you see Five-O then you'd better step hide
 Wait until they pass and come around the block again
 Time to go back to work before this late night ends
 Over on my left he's holding up another poster
 Pushing up the corner as the staple falls close to
 His index finger as his breath lingers in the air
 Water trickles up his arm he doesn't seem to care
 He doesn't wear gloves they make it hard to grab the paper
 On a late night caper with a state of the art stapler
 Damn it's getting cold but still we've got to pass the word
 Plastering the poles from Hawthorne to twenty third
 But not in front of Fred's or Crocodile they'll tear them down
 And never cover the X-Ray's 'cause they support the sound
 Luke will tack it back if it belongs to a friend
 But if you cover his you'll never see your shit again so watch your
 Posters...
 Here we go again after the show again I've got to hit the
 Streets work my feet and get my flow again
 All alone and then I feel the pavement on my aching feet
 Dawn will come before this trip's complete
 Concrete and light rain stain the city I was born in
 I hardly feel alive as the horizon whispers morning
 Walking on train tracks from halls where the name's at
 I wanted to clear my head but once again all of the pain's back
 I'm torn between the place I'm in and where I want to be
 Faith won't wait kid so what's it gonna be
 Forget it and let it go take no as the answer
 Or if you choose to do it better get serious as cancer
 But see I took a peek and looked deep into it
 And after what I saw I'm not so sure I should pursue it
 Still I know a half-step is likely to be my last step
 And playing live beats nine to fives so thrive or hit the casket