(Oh-oh-oh) (Oh-oh-oh) Young dreamer's tryna shoot for the stars But big dreams never got him too far Most nights sleeping out in his car His daddy says life's not that fucking hard Someone told him he should move out to LA That's the place with all the fortune and the fame Pen on paper, signed his whole life away What a shame, such a shame that we're both the same Oh, how could he have known How it feels to be alone on the road Twenty hours away from home Young girl with her father's guitar Barely old enough to step in a bar Playing covers of The Cure and The Cars Dramatically says she would die for the art Pictures herself as a young Cobain She's got a Bleach t-shirt and a beautiful brain She's been singing just to deal with the pain It's okay, I've been doing the same, honestly Oh, how could he have known How it feels to be alone on the road Twenty hours away from home And oh-oh, oh-oh No-one ever kno-o-o-ows What it feels like, forty shows in a row They're singing every note I'm just gonna sit outside the club 'Cause I don't really wanna die this young Wearin' all black with a white lighter No, you don't wanna light my fire Oh, how could he have known How it feels to be alone on the road Twenty hours away from home And oh-oh, oh-oh No-one ever kno-o-o-o-ows What it feels like, forty shows in a row They're singing every note (Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh) (Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh) (No-one ever kno-o-o-ows) (Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh) (Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh)