We Love The Stage

I nearly drowned on my motel room floor

Even so, we made soundcheck by four

When love is true, all parties have to be so true

It doesn’t matter if the crowds are thin

We sing to six the way we sing to ten

We like the way an intro four-count sounds near three

We even like the smartass kids who shout

“Freebird” in my face

But love is love, and we love the stage

I had a wife who said, “Home sets you free.”

I chose this life, this life chose me

My boy thinks I’m his uncle

There’s a dog that never knew my smell

It’s just as well

We open up for some Welsh singer who

In the eighties was the rage

Because love is love, and we love the stage

It’s a gas to sing tonight

Just like tempting death or life

For the thrill-seeker fool

It’s hard to articulate the sad that permeates

As the last curtain falls on eyes glazed over

Like they’re from a film by Leni Riefenstahl

To all the pretty girls who want more

Than my autograph on their page:

Love is love, and we love the stage