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 Mel 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 ideas

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