Corridors
Everybody wants to tell me about the bags under my eyes
And I'll admit I've never felt this tired ever in my life
Thirty minutes stretching instruments and cables through the hall
So I could get as far away from my friends as was possible
Pedestrians are forced then to step around our mess and still
They won't make eye contact, at least they haven't yet
Some spectators have gathered, we have run out of folding chairs
But we have ample space and standing room and spots out on the stairs
And I'll admit I've never felt this tired ever in my life
Thirty minutes stretching instruments and cables through the hall
So I could get as far away from my friends as was possible
Pedestrians are forced then to step around our mess and still
They won't make eye contact, at least they haven't yet
Some spectators have gathered, we have run out of folding chairs
But we have ample space and standing room and spots out on the stairs
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Writer(s): Jon Frailey
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