Sitting in a room
of paintcans and carpentry

With glasses off and headphones on
sticks in hand, pedals under foot

Breathing in paint fumes
exhaling the day

The band appears next to me
my foot becomes the click

As I close my eyes
I hear the crowd

The guitar begins to play
as the world fades to black

My hands try to quit
but my heart tightens my grip

Out of breath
Soaked in sweat
Nothing else matters
Just play that