| Second Wind |
Just when I think that I can�t hit another chord Can�t continue this barrage of beats thundering throughout the room I try to sing but I just can�t remember the words The last drop of music drips from my soul Picks, sticks, and knees falling to the stage CHORUS: That�s when I look out to the sea of screaming fans I hear them chanting my name, shouting out the words that I have written My spirit�s hauled up with their rising fists And we play another song Jimmy sits at home, still in a daze from the night before He struggles to clear his hazy vision, can�t see the ground in front of his feet Telephones scream at him from across the room, they just won�t leave him alone He�s longing for death, but there�s a show tonight, he cannot abandon the band Head in his hands, tears fall like glass to the floor [CHORUS] The papers say he�s sold out, all washed up, got nowhere to go, nowhere to grow But he�s heard it all before, what do they know? How many of them have been on that stage, how many have seen that crowd When your fans are returning so much love and energy back into you The music will never die [CHORUS] [BRIDGE] [CHORUS] And we play another song -Kegan Shepard |
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