Pressing On

Sore eyes are glued to the road
Running low on gas, next service station out of sight
Pressing On
Tales from the road come to mind
But my way home I can't seem to find

Wear & tear of the long haul shows
Keep the wheels a-turnin', rat race goes on and on
Pressing On
The lubricant is the quest for fortune & fame
If it doesn't work out there's someone else to blame

Last night's gig truly brought it home
The limelights are out, the music has died down
Pressing On
It's what gratifies you every night and day
And you're bound to hit the stage - come what may

In the distance city lights beam
Soon this ride will be over and I will hit the sack
Pressing On
'Cause nothing compares to coming home
That's what keeps me going wherever I may roam



Credits
Writer(s): Erich Brandl, Anthony Kammerhofer
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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