If i could spend all my days dancing,
I would.
Last night we cleared the tables, and made room for Brett.
Brett comes every Wednesday night and plays his guitar
And sings for the drunk people
Who crowd around at the dark bar
And babble on and on about hot chics and beer and hockey
None of which i give a shit about.
Brett comes in and sips his Rosemont Shiraz
And flashes a smile at the waitresses
And plugs in his guitar
And i know that for 3 hours
My mind will be forced to be somewhere other than here
And i welcome it.
His voice is so beautiful,
And over a mike that forces everyone else's obnoxious voices to fade into the background,
He sings about love and pain and life
And i dance down the aisles and get lost in it.
When you're alone in this world
All you've got is what's in your head...
The dreams, the fantasies, the memories -- good and bad.
And sometimes Brett will play a song that drudges up some kind of rememberance,
And i want to cry, or scream...
But i put on my plastic smile and keep on serving Coors Light,
Cuz that's damn near what everyone in this town is drinking tonight
While they drown their sorrows in Brett's voice.
I don't know why lately i feel so alone
I just know that the feeling has been growing
And all these thoughts in my head drive me mad sometimes
I wish i had more Tuesdays where me and Danny could just... lay around
And plan our summer over pizza,
And take afternoon naps in my room,
With a fan blowing, and candles burning, and eyes that aren't crying
But those Tuesdays come and go so fast, and sometimes not at all
So thank God for Wednesdays, and Brett,
Who lets me escape from my misery for 3 blissful hours
The last of the drunks stumble away from the bar,
And Brett is checking his watch
And I sigh, knowing i will have to come back to earth
And clean all these tables
And start worrying about tomorrow just like i always do around this time
And then i hear the first 3 notes of that song...
And even before you say into the microphone "this ones for you"
I know you learned it for me,
And i blush...
You probably saw it from across the crowded room
Because you half-smiled
And as you sung it,
I was taken back to summer,
To Washington St.,
To old times and old faces
And nights I'll never forget
"And i don't need you
To be by my side
Tell me that everything's all right
I just wanted you
To tell me the truth
You know i'd do that for you...
So why are you running away?"
Run away... that's all i ever do
But tonight,
I dance in the dining room
And i don't care who's watching...
I would.
Last night we cleared the tables, and made room for Brett.
Brett comes every Wednesday night and plays his guitar
And sings for the drunk people
Who crowd around at the dark bar
And babble on and on about hot chics and beer and hockey
None of which i give a shit about.
Brett comes in and sips his Rosemont Shiraz
And flashes a smile at the waitresses
And plugs in his guitar
And i know that for 3 hours
My mind will be forced to be somewhere other than here
And i welcome it.
His voice is so beautiful,
And over a mike that forces everyone else's obnoxious voices to fade into the background,
He sings about love and pain and life
And i dance down the aisles and get lost in it.
When you're alone in this world
All you've got is what's in your head...
The dreams, the fantasies, the memories -- good and bad.
And sometimes Brett will play a song that drudges up some kind of rememberance,
And i want to cry, or scream...
But i put on my plastic smile and keep on serving Coors Light,
Cuz that's damn near what everyone in this town is drinking tonight
While they drown their sorrows in Brett's voice.
I don't know why lately i feel so alone
I just know that the feeling has been growing
And all these thoughts in my head drive me mad sometimes
I wish i had more Tuesdays where me and Danny could just... lay around
And plan our summer over pizza,
And take afternoon naps in my room,
With a fan blowing, and candles burning, and eyes that aren't crying
But those Tuesdays come and go so fast, and sometimes not at all
So thank God for Wednesdays, and Brett,
Who lets me escape from my misery for 3 blissful hours
The last of the drunks stumble away from the bar,
And Brett is checking his watch
And I sigh, knowing i will have to come back to earth
And clean all these tables
And start worrying about tomorrow just like i always do around this time
And then i hear the first 3 notes of that song...
And even before you say into the microphone "this ones for you"
I know you learned it for me,
And i blush...
You probably saw it from across the crowded room
Because you half-smiled
And as you sung it,
I was taken back to summer,
To Washington St.,
To old times and old faces
And nights I'll never forget
"And i don't need you
To be by my side
Tell me that everything's all right
I just wanted you
To tell me the truth
You know i'd do that for you...
So why are you running away?"
Run away... that's all i ever do
But tonight,
I dance in the dining room
And i don't care who's watching...
dont look at it as loneliness, but rather independence.