How many roadies before me
Have stayed in this very room?
How many have stayed up far too late
And skated the channels without hope
Of their women turning the lights off
Or closing the day by rolling over
Half awake, somewhat annoyed at him
For still being awake and keeping her up…

How many holidays have been spent by them
Away from their home and their kin?
How many of their wives and their girls
Wondered if next time they