| they spend all of their spare time rehearsing their songs all night |
| forty hours a week at work |
| but they never have a penny left for rent |
| they spend it all one thing, something they call everything |
| they stay focused on their dreams hoping it’s worth the work and the money spent |
| and the lights come on, and the curtain opens |
| and they see the fans, one, two… ten |
| ten people in the audience screaming for them |
| one for each week of practice they put in |
| wishing so bad that they could skip this step and just have it all |
| but you can’t survive the fight unless you learn how to take a fall |
| their friends all call them crazy, their family says they’re just lazy |
| mocking what they say |
| but every word they said they meant |
| while the years pass by like nothing, their quote «friends», they leave like |
| nothing |
| they stay focused on their dreams, hoping it’s worth the work and the money |
| spent |
| and the lights come on, and the curtain opens |
| and they see the fans, one, two… ten thousand |
| ten thousand people in the audience screaming for them |
| one for each day of life they put in |
| now they’re always telling everyone to enjoy the ride |
| because you can’t learn lessons you need watching from the side |
| unwilling to settle |
| we’re better than ten |
| ten thousand people |
| separate the boys from the men |
| unwilling to settle |