Rosebud
Build it up and take it to the streets
'Cause if it can't be seen, what does it mean?
If it can't stand upright alone
Watch it fall down, hang your head back home
But chances are that someone gives a damn
And that will validate your sweat, every songs for them
But by all means keep this from your head
'Cause things you say become what you said
And don't forget why you came to play
Take the first slot and don't get paid
But if there's one thing with which you should walk away
Is what will set you apart, drive far away and play
Then stick around and meet the other bands
'Cause here's the situation as it stands
They will need a place to stay on tour
So they will give you drink and let you sleep on their floor
And at some shows they will be the crowd
So when they are finished, sing your praise out loud
And in the end you will have a friend
Because you've sweat it out just like them
So when times get tough, and you need a place to stay
Just get back in the van and drive far away and play
There we were standing around
We had not much to say, our eyes were on the ground
We were broke and we had our own problems
But our choices were to drive or hit rock bottom
Reluctantly we climbed back in the van
No one said a word as we left San Fran
The tire hum made our burdens slip away
And we were so free 'cause we were far away
'Cause if it can't be seen, what does it mean?
If it can't stand upright alone
Watch it fall down, hang your head back home
But chances are that someone gives a damn
And that will validate your sweat, every songs for them
But by all means keep this from your head
'Cause things you say become what you said
And don't forget why you came to play
Take the first slot and don't get paid
But if there's one thing with which you should walk away
Is what will set you apart, drive far away and play
Then stick around and meet the other bands
'Cause here's the situation as it stands
They will need a place to stay on tour
So they will give you drink and let you sleep on their floor
And at some shows they will be the crowd
So when they are finished, sing your praise out loud
And in the end you will have a friend
Because you've sweat it out just like them
So when times get tough, and you need a place to stay
Just get back in the van and drive far away and play
There we were standing around
We had not much to say, our eyes were on the ground
We were broke and we had our own problems
But our choices were to drive or hit rock bottom
Reluctantly we climbed back in the van
No one said a word as we left San Fran
The tire hum made our burdens slip away
And we were so free 'cause we were far away
Credits
Writer(s): Scotty Powell, Tim Mehew
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