Places and faces and taxis and races through airports in dozens of towns,
with hotels and motels and wake-up call bells and no one we love is around.

Big Macs and short stacks, strangers and sore backs, as soon as we get there we're gone.
We know it we show it and sometimes we blow it but the show must always go on.

We preach and we teach and hope we can reach the crowd that's come here today.
Then we pack it all in and we do it again, and home's just forever away.

But those places and faces all leave us with traces of why we've chosen this grind.
It's when they stand up and cheer, because our being here,
has turned on a light in their mind.