Now the seats are all empty Let the roadies take the stage Pack it up and tear it down They're the first to come and the last to leave Working for that minimum wage They'll set it up in another town Tonight the people were so fine They waited there in line And when they got up on their feet They made the show And that was sweet But I can hear the sound Of slamming doors and folding chairs And that's a sound they'll never know Now roll them cases out and lift them amps Haul them trusses down and get 'em up them ramps 'Cause when it comes to moving me You know, you guys are the champs But when that last guitar's been packed away You know that I still wanna play So just make sure you got it all set to go Before you come for my piano But the band's on the bus And they're waiting to go We gotta drive all night And do the show in Chicago Or Detroit, I don't know We do so many shows in a row And these towns all look the same We just pass the time in the hotel rooms And wander 'round backstage 'Til those lights come up, and we hear that crowd And we remember why we came Now we got Country and Western on the bus R & B, we got Disco And eight tracks and cassettes in stereo And we got rural scenes and magazines And we got truckers on the C.B. And we got Richard Pryor on the video We got time to think of the ones we love While the miles roll away The only time that seems too short Is the time that we get to play People, you've got the power over what we do You can sit there and wait or you can pull us through Come along, sing the song You know that you can't go wrong 'Cause when that morning sun comes beating down You're gonna wake up in your town But we'll be scheduled to appear A thousand miles away from here
