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Midnight's on the highway, trading shifts with the boys,
Dive bars in Nebraska, trying not to lose my voice.
I got the call this morning, the song ain't doing well,
but they didn't hear the crowd last night singing what you say you can't sell.
Hold on, Meg, give it time,
But I've been chasing this all of my life.
The further I get, the more I feel behind,
So I just pray for some kind of sign.
Oh, how do you know when you've arrived?
Last dream I caught up to has already lost its shine.
Every time I scale a mountain, there's a higher one to climb.
And I'm so used to struggle, come to think that's all there is.
Will I always feel like nothing 'til I finally write that magic hit?
Hold on, Meg, give it time,
But I've been chasing this all of my life.
The further I get, the more I feel behind,
So I just pray for some kind of sign.
Tell me, how do you know when you've arrived?
Are you vindicated?
Who gets to decide when you've made it?
Hold on, Meg, you're right on time
Don't pay no mind to them suits and ties
The truth is in the front row tonight
Singing along, holding up their signs
That's how you know when you've arrived
That's how you know you've arrived