(Todd Wolfe, R. Scott Bryan, Sheryl Crow and Bill Botrell)
Old James Dean Monroe
Hands out flowers at the Shop-n-Go
Hopes for money
But all he gets is fear
And the wind blows up his coat
And this he scribbles on a purfume note:
"If I'm not here, then you're not here."
And he says:
"Call me Miscreation,
I'm a walking celebration."
Chorus:
And it's hard to make a stand
Hard to make a stand
Hard to make a stand
Hard to make a stand
My friend, oh lawdy
Went to take care of her own body
She got shot down in the road
She looked up before she went
Said, "This isn't really what I meant."
And the daily news said:
"Two with one stone."
And I say, "Hey there, Miscreation,
Bring a flower, time is wasting."
Chorus
We got loud guitars and big suspicions
Great big guns and small ambitions
We still argue over who is God
And I say, "Hey there, Miscreation,
Bring a flower, time is wasting."
I say, "Hey there, Miscreation,
We all need a revelation."
ChorusOn a long and lonesome highway east of Omaha
You can listen to the engines moaning out as one long song
You think about the woman or the girl you knew the night before
But your thoughts will soon be wandering the way they always do
When you're riding sixteen hours and there's nothing much to do
And you don't feel much like riding, you just wish the trip was through
Here I am - on the road again
There I am - up on the stage
Here I go - playing star again
There I go - turn the page
So you walk into this restaurant strung out from the road
And you feel the eyes upon you, as you're shaking off the cold
You pretend it doesn't bother you, but you just want to explode
Yeah, most times you can't hear 'em talk, other times you can
All the same old clichés, "is it woman? is it man?"
And you always seem outnumbered, you don't dare make a stand
Make your stand
Here I am - on the road again
There I am - up on the stage
Here I go - playing star again
There I go - turn the page
Oo-ooh, out there in the spotlight, you're a million miles away
Every ounce of energy you try to give away
As the sweat pours out your body like the music that you play, yeah
Later in the evening, you lie awake in bed
With the echoes of the amplifiers ringing in your head
You smoke the day's last cigarette, remembering what she said
What she said
He-ey
Yeah
And here I am - on the road again
There I am - up on a stage
Here I go - playing star again
There I go - turn the page
There I go - turn that page
There I go, yeah, yeah
There I go, yeah, yeah, yeah
There I go, yeah
There I go, yeah
There I go, oo-oo-ooh
There I go
And I'm gone