WeeKnighT, I completely agree with you, and you're the first one in seven years of posting to see what I see when I get the chance to READ the lyrics rather than just watch the video or listen to the song.
Three hundred sixty five degrees has nothing to do with temperature; it's how many days in a row they're (feeling like they're) on the road, missing their families. The highway lines going by is not some imagery of "coke lines," they're just what is seen night after night on the tour bus.
Hold tight wait till the party's over.
Hold tight we're in for nasty weather.
There has got to be a way.
(Can't leave a city until all the touring personnel (trying to untangle themselves from the local hangers on) are ready to go (bandmates are burned out and can't wait to leave)- Nasty weather - socked in at the airport.)
Here's your ticket pack your bag:time for jumpin' overboard.
The transportation is here.
Close enough but not too far, maybe you know where you are.
Fightin' fire with fire
(They've been to so many cities, they can't remember what city/arena they're in: by this time they all look the same)
All wet hey you might need a raincoat.
Shakedown dreams walking in broad daylight.
Three hun-dred six-ty five de-grees.
(Every single damned day of the year, they're expected to "burn down the house.")
It was once upon a place sometimes i listen to myself.
Gonna come in first place.
(back in the hometown, wanted to win the "battle of the bands..")
People on their way to work baby what did you expect.
Gonna burst into flame.
(My job isn't like your job.. when people in my profession go, (rock star) they go in a big way.. (perhaps as bad as untimely death, more likely Betty Ford)
etcetera.. funny, I like the song more now than ever..
WeeKnighT, I completely agree with you, and you're the first one in seven years of posting to see what I see when I get the chance to READ the lyrics rather than just watch the video or listen to the song.
Three hundred sixty five degrees has nothing to do with temperature; it's how many days in a row they're (feeling like they're) on the road, missing their families. The highway lines going by is not some imagery of "coke lines," they're just what is seen night after night on the tour bus.
Hold tight wait till the party's over. Hold tight we're in for nasty weather. There has got to be a way.
(Can't leave a city until all the touring personnel (trying to untangle themselves from the local hangers on) are ready to go (bandmates are burned out and can't wait to leave)- Nasty weather - socked in at the airport.)
Here's your ticket pack your bag:time for jumpin' overboard. The transportation is here. Close enough but not too far, maybe you know where you are. Fightin' fire with fire
(They've been to so many cities, they can't remember what city/arena they're in: by this time they all look the same)
All wet hey you might need a raincoat. Shakedown dreams walking in broad daylight. Three hun-dred six-ty five de-grees.
(Every single damned day of the year, they're expected to "burn down the house.")
It was once upon a place sometimes i listen to myself. Gonna come in first place.
(back in the hometown, wanted to win the "battle of the bands..")
People on their way to work baby what did you expect. Gonna burst into flame.
(My job isn't like your job.. when people in my profession go, (rock star) they go in a big way.. (perhaps as bad as untimely death, more likely Betty Ford)
etcetera.. funny, I like the song more now than ever..