When you look through the lights to the stage you see the man of your dreams. You think his life's full of parties and love but it's not what it seems. If you could see in his room right now you'd see how much love is showed. There's never really any romance on the road. His forehead seems cut in two by the crease in his brow. He chews his nails as he fidgets just trying to settle on down. The TV channels keep flippin' his adrenaline slowed. There's never really any romance on the road oh no. There's never romance on the road only frustration and overload. He could fall in love but he'd never know. For she's only riding and he's only hiding. He's sure to ask 'cause she won't say no. But there's never really any romance on the road. He was up in the bar straight-backed did you see him before?. Did he sign you his name come with me listen in at his door. Hear himself so drunk calling home can't remember the code. You know there's never really any romance on the road oh no no no. He's held some beautiful girls in his arms but now he clutches his bunk. For all the good that they're doing him now he might as well be a monk. For his memories ain't worth a thing 'till he's old and he's gone. And his past never quite catches up the show's moving on. Did he say he kept a picture of a blonde haired girl who'd been kind. When he was last home his own daughter brought it into his mind. Maybe closing bars and jets paid some debts that he owed. But there's never really any romance on the road. There's never romance on the road only frustration and overload. He's never learned a thing from the dust that blowed. On stage for an hour on a laser beam tower. But you know he slept while the neon glowed. There's never really any romance on the road. There's never romance on the road only frustration and overload. He could fall in love but he'd never know. For she's only riding and he's only hiding. He's sure to ask but she won't say no. There's never really any romance on the road