Bob’s Song

Well here I am at another open mic
It's what I do every night
And it's keeping me crazy
But it's keeping me sane
I've got nothing to lose
I've got my life to regain

And I listen
And I wait
And I listen
And I wait to play
I have to play
I have to play

I do my eight minutes
And I'm not half bad
But how fast did I drink those two Cokes that I had?
And I'm packing to leave to go find my friend Bob
When a guy in a tie comes over to me
And he says that he's always loved the Frankenguitar
And he likes my style
I take his card and say thank you
With a smile

Well it was more like a smirk
But at least I didn't call him a jerk
Thank you I said
And quickly left to go find Bob

Well it's not that I don't think anybody can like me
It's just the word style I find a little frightening
It's a little too vague
It's a little too lame
It's a little too Turnstyle
I can't play that game
There's no way
Yeah sure
VMA
I have to play
I have to play

The music I listen to for inspiration
The musicians I have the utmost admiration
Are the ones who are sincere
The ones with passion
The ones who're in sear
Hell most are right here
Waiting to play
I have to play

Well here I am at another open mic
It's what I do every night
And it's keeping me crazy
But it's keeping me sane
I've got nothing to lose
I've got my life to regain

And I listen
And I wait
Oh I listen
And I wait to play
I have to play
I have to play