No Road Romance
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
Sin romance en la carretera
Cuando miras a través de las luces hacia el escenario, ves al hombre de tus sueños
Piensas que su vida está llena de fiestas y amor, pero no es lo que parece
Si pudieras ver en su habitación en este momento, verías cuánto amor se muestra
Realmente no hay romance en la carretera
Su frente parece dividida en dos, por el pliegue en su ceño
Se muerde las uñas mientras se inquieta, tratando de calmarse
Los canales de TV siguen cambiando, su adrenalina disminuyó
Realmente no hay romance en la carretera, oh no
Nunca hay romance en la carretera, solo frustración y sobrecarga
Podría enamorarse, pero nunca lo sabría
Porque ella solo está de paso, y él solo se esconde
Está seguro de preguntar, porque ella no dirá que no
Pero realmente no hay romance en la carretera
Estaba en el bar con la espalda recta, ¿lo viste antes?
¿Te firmó su nombre, ven conmigo, escucha en su puerta?
Se escucha tan borracho llamando a casa, no puede recordar el código
Sabes, realmente no hay romance en la carretera, oh no no no
Ha tenido algunas chicas hermosas en sus brazos, pero ahora se aferra a su litera
Por todo lo bueno que le están haciendo ahora, bien podría ser un monje
Porque sus recuerdos no valen nada, hasta que sea viejo y se haya ido
Y su pasado nunca lo alcanza del todo, el espectáculo sigue avanzando
¿Dijo que guardaba una foto de una chica de cabello rubio que fue amable?
Cuando la última vez que estuvo en casa, su propia hija la trajo a su mente
Quizás cerrando bares y jets, pagó algunas deudas que debía
Pero realmente no hay romance en la carretera
Nunca hay romance en la carretera, solo frustración y sobrecarga
Nunca aprendió nada del polvo que soplaba
En el escenario por una hora, en una torre de rayos láser
Pero sabes que dormía mientras brillaba el neón
Realmente no hay romance en la carretera
Nunca hay romance en la carretera, solo frustración y sobrecarga
Podría enamorarse, pero nunca lo sabría
Porque ella solo está de paso y él solo se esconde
Está seguro de preguntar, pero ella no dirá que no
Realmente no hay romance en la carretera
Escrita por: Pete Townshend