After The Show’s Over

After the show’s over
The drummer flags a cab
Maybe with ladies
Or just drumsticks in a bag
Gets out Pacemont
And jumps a rusty fence
Sneaks up the backsteps,
Slides inside with the lights still off
Cuz he hasn’t paid the rent

Tired but he ain’t sleepy
What’s left to dream?
Where left to go?
If he could he’d be right back there
Back up on stage

After the show’s over
The bassist bums a smoke
Listens politely
To someone’s drunken joke
Wanders backstage
Falls into a chair
Still feels the pulse inside
Like a secret that he’s dying to tell
But right now no one’s there

Lost, but he ain’t missing
    Lost in a dream
    Slave to the flow
If he could he’d be right back there
Back up on stage

After the show’s over
The guitarist has a drink
Off in the corner bar
Gives him time to think
Where did the years go?
Am I too late?
Then someone runs up,
Says “oh my god, hey, sign my ticket
I think you guys are great”

Not young, but he ain’t old yet
    Got things to dream
    Places to go
If he could he’d be right back there
Back up on stage
Back in the show

After the show
The singer shuts his eyes
Still sees the audience
Like high tide they rise
Still feels the power
Like thunder ‘cross the sky
‘Why can’t I keep this?’ is his final thought
As he’s drifting off
To the highway lullaby

Asleep, but he ain’t done yet
    Flies in his dream
    Just watch him go
If he could he’d be right back there
Back up on stage
Back in the show