Ain’t no sleeping on the bus The rest of the crew they must be tired of us The driver’s face registers feigned disgust Keep your eyes on the asphalt
Come on people pony up 500 miles, I’m going to fill my cup Snap left the laundry in Livonia Don’t look at me it ain’t my fault
Hammer’s in the air, gonna see you in the wings, friend 3000 chairs will be filled before this whole thing ends I don’t care much care for the music or the band But the singing’s beautiful, guitarists be damned
Got us lost in the rain God knows I don’t want to make us late again But for an hour its okay to part from Him and along I knew the way Please don’t reach for your comb I prefer you wet and windblown But no more talk of the one you left at home Let us just enjoy the day
I’ll be around just a-waitin’ in the wings, baby Did my thing now I would like to hear her sing maybe Afterwards we’ll throw our towels in the sink and swap tickets for a drink at the bar
I’ll be around just a-waitin’ in the wings, dear No vacancies well I think I might be sleeping here Let’s just lay down in the Green room on the couch Not a clean room but I’m out of ideas Not a clean room but I’m out of ideasTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
